She doesn’t ask nicely. This woman in the fedora has been waiting too damn long—her thighs already slick, fingers digging into his shoulders as she straddles him. No teasing, no buildup; just pure hunger for that thick cock buried deep inside her. The couch cushions groan under their weight as he flips her onto her back mid-thrust, tits bouncing free from whatever top she had on before this started. Her legs wrap around his waist like they’ve done this dance a hundred times before—because they have—and now there’s nowhere left to go but balls-deep until every last drop is spent where it belongs.