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George’s mouth hangs open. Victoria has been riding him for years. Not love. Just fucking. And still, nothing feels better. She keeps her back straight, hips rolling in slow circles before she snaps them down hard. Every stroke bottoms her out and her ass claps against his thighs. George watches her flat stomach flex, the sheer black lace of her bra stretched tight over small, high tits. She leans forward, blonde hair brushing his chest, and smiles like she knows she owns him. Then she sits up again and grinds, slow and dirty, taking every inch until he feels her pussy clench around him. Victoria is pure motion, all warm, wet muscle and velvet skin. George’s fingers sink into her waist, but he lets her set the pace. She lifts until only the head stays inside, pauses, then drops again, faster, harder, eyes half-closed and mouth open. Sweat beads between her breasts. The little pearl drop on her lower lip catches the light. George feels every squeeze and flutter, knows he’s right where he belongs.