Tan lines from stockings still visible on her thighs as she arches back against the couch cushions. Red nails dig into the leather armrests while her free hand works herself over. The moment he kneels between her legs, she doesn’t ask—just wraps those thick thighs around his waist and takes him deep without warning. No lube needed; she’s already dripping onto the black fabric below them. When he finally spills inside her, she bites down on her lip like this was always supposed to happen.
