She wasn’t supposed to be home yet. But there he was—teenage cock already hard before she even finished untying her thong. No warning, no teasing, just greedy fingers dragging him down by the belt while her tongue swipes up his shaft like she’s been waiting all damn day. Couch cushions sink under their weight as she straddles him first, riding slow and deep before shoving him flat and taking over. Legs wrapped tight around his waist, nails digging into bare shoulders—no mercy from this cougar who knows exactly how much he can take. Every thrust slaps wet against skin; the air smells like sweat and something sweeter.
