She’s been teasing him all week—smirking at his texts, ‘accidentally’ brushing past him in jeans so tight you can see every curve. Tonight? No more games. Saggy tits bouncing as she straddles his lap first, grinding slow enough to make him sweat before flipping onto her hands and knees with zero hesitation. That pussy takes every inch like she was born to ride it. He slams into her from behind while one hand kneads a breast heavy with stretch marks, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave bruises by morning. She whimpers but pushes back—harder—until he finally lets go of control and fucks her through the couch cushions.