She wasn’t waiting. The second he sat down, she was straddling his lap on that purple couch like it was her throne. Thick thighs squeezing his hips before she even touched him—just the weight of her alone had him half-hard. Those saggy tits jiggling every time she leaned forward to whisper filthy promises into his ear while her fingers traced lazy circles over his chest hair.* No slow buildup here—she wanted this cock now, and by the third frame you’d see why. First came the deepthroat session with mascara smeared halfway through, then flipping him onto his back for some serious pounding while someone else watched from behind those purple curtains.