She starts with a lace-trimmed bra and those damn polka dots driving him wild. Two buttons pop off before he even touches her—fingers already tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp. That first kiss is sloppy, teeth clacking like they’ve been waiting years for this moment. Bra hits the floor next, heavy tits swaying as she climbs onto his lap, thighs slick against his jeans before she yanks them down hard enough to hear fabric tear. No foreplay left—just cock sliding between those soft folds until he’s buried balls-deep with one rough thrust up from below.