That tight red dress? Gone before he can blink. Gold necklace still around her throat as she sinks onto his lap, tits spilling over the couch cushions. She knows exactly how to work it—knees spread wide, ass grinding slow at first before speeding up until her breath is ragged. No hesitation when he tries to flip her; she pins him back down with those stocking-clad legs wrapped tight around his waist. Cumshot lands on her cleavage while she laughs through it, already reaching for another round.