She was starving for it. That thick red mane tossed back, lips parted in a gasp as she sinks down onto his cock right there on the couch. No warning—just raw hunger. Stocking-clad thighs squeeze around his waist while he groans into her tits, fingers digging into soft flesh. She rides him hard enough to make the cushions shift, voice cracking with every thrust until she collapses forward, breathless against his shoulder. Then—flipped onto her back mid-moan, legs spread wide for another round before they even catch their breath.