She knew exactly what she wanted from the second he walked in—the way her fingers traced lazy circles down his chest before pushing him onto that couch. Blonde curls messy, stockings half-rolled down her thighs, lips already swollen from teasing him with slow kisses while those heavy tits swayed just out of reach. Then came the moment: one hand gripping his shoulder as she straddled him, sinking down until her ass hovered above the cushions. No finesse here—just raw hunger as she rode him hard enough to make the frame creak. Ass clenching every time he thrust up deeper, nails scraping his back when he flipped her over mid-motion.