Her face flushes red when he pinches her clit through the lace. Thick thighs quiver as two fingers slide deep inside her soaked pussy—already wet enough to hear it squelch. She’s been waiting all day for this; stockings half-rolled down, breath coming in sharp gasps while his thumb circles that swollen slit. Then she rolls onto her back, knees up high, and pulls him between those heavy tits without a word. No foreplay needed here—just raw hunger from years of practice.