That hungry look in her eyes? She’s been waiting for this moment since the first time she saw him walk by. Thick thighs clamp down as she straddles his lap, stockings riding up her calves while those saggy but perfect tits sway like they’ve got their own gravity. No hesitation—just years of knowing what men want before they even ask. She starts slow, grinding just enough to make him beg, then flips him onto his back and rides like a woman who’s never met a couch too soft or an angle too wrong. Hands grip the armrests as her ass slaps against his hips—no shame in the way her breath hitches when he hits that spot deep inside.