She’s been waiting all day for this moment. The couch cushions sink under her weight as she straddles him, those polka-dot stockings clinging to thighs that’ve seen more than their share of fun. First comes the slow grind—hips rolling like a practiced dancer—but then it’s full speed ahead: tits bouncing, nails digging into his shoulders, breath coming in ragged gasps. When he tries to flip her over? She laughs and pins him down instead, riding until his cock is slick with both of them. Cum drips onto the armrest by the end.