She’s been waiting all week. The way he walks past her chair every morning, the way his eyes linger just a second too long on those saggy tits and thick thighs. Tonight? No more waiting. One hand yanks him down by the belt as she straddles his lap, stockings snagging on the couch cushions. Her pussy already glistening, greedy for it—no teasing, no foreplay left to waste when she knows exactly what he wants buried inside her.