That red tank rides up as she leans forward, straps slipping off her shoulders. Skirt bunched at her waist—no panties left to ruin. Ass high, thighs quivering as he grips those hips and buries it deep into something that’s been waiting for this all damn day. She knows exactly how to take it: slow circles first, then begging for more when his fingers dig into her flesh. The pawnshop lights flicker over sweat-slicked skin as she pushes back harder—every thrust makes those heavy tits sway just right.