She’s been waiting all week for this. The way he walks through the door, young and eager, like a pup begging for scraps. Blonde curls messy from last night’s fucking, tits heavy and swaying as she leans back on the couch cushions. No time for small talk—she grabs him by the belt before he can even sit down. Fingers already slick with her own juices as she guides that thick cock between her mounds of flesh. His face turns red fast, struggling to breathe while she smothers him deeper into those soft valleys. Then—pop—her lips seal around it one-handed while her free hand yanks at his balls like they’re late for curfew.