This woman’s been waiting for cock all damn day. Red leather boots click against hardwood as she perches on that stool, legs trembling but deliberate—thighs squeezing together like she’s already half there. One hand slides up her skirt, fingers teasing wetness before circling back to pinch a nipple hard enough to make her gasp. The other reaches down between those heavy tits and strokes herself slow, knowing exactly how close she is to begging. She doesn’t even wait for an invitation; when he steps closer, that skirt rides up past her hips and the scent of musk hits him first.
