No panties, just tattoos and a green couch. She pretends to fold laundry while he watches through the window—but the second he knocks? She drops her shirt and pulls him inside like she’s been waiting years. Bent over the armrest first, ass up for his cock. Then cowgirl on top with legs shaking as she grinds down hard enough to hear the cushions creak. No lube needed—just thick thighs squeezing around his hips until he fills her up right there on that damn couch.
