She takes charge. Blonde in flowery dress pins him down on the gray couch. Hands clamp his thick cock. Fingers dig into the shaft. Feet press his thighs apart. Living room light filters through curtains, fridge hums nearby. He lies back, exposed. Her ponytail swings as she strokes firm. Dress hikes up over curvy hips. Skin on skin slides smooth. Sweat beads on his chest. She twists her wrist at the tip. Bare feet flex against his legs. Pace builds steady. Couch cushions sink under their weight. No rush. Just her hands owning every inch.
