She’s been waiting all day for this. Red hair messy from running her fingers through it too many times, lips painted red but already smudged from biting them back when she caught him staring. Starts with a slow dance in the living room—hips swaying like she owns the place—and by the time they hit the kitchen counter, his cock’s already rock hard. She straddles his lap first, grinding those thick thighs against him until he groans loud enough to wake the neighbors. Then flips around without warning—ass high, tits swinging free as he buries himself deep between those soft folds. No lube needed; she’s wetter than hell after teasing him for hours.