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She’s sitting on top, leaning forward, her back curved as she grinds slow and deep. You can see the tattoo on her left arm flex slightly each time she shifts her weight. Both are in their twenties, slim, dark hair — he’s flat on his back, hands on her hips, letting her control the rhythm. The light comes from somewhere near the window, soft and warm, hitting the pillows and the edge of the nightstand. Most of the action is her riding, but there are moments where she pulls off and just sits at the edge of the bed, looking down, then crouches low like she’s catching her breath. Camera stays wide or to the side, never goes for dramatic angles — feels like you’re just watching from the room.