She starts fully dressed—black lace thong peeking out under a tight skirt, garter belt digging into thick thighs. The second he touches her, the blouse comes off over her head, buttons popping loose mid-moan. Then the skirt hits the floor with a thud, leaving just those ripped stockings clinging to creamy skin. Couch cushions sink under his weight as she straddles him first—tits bouncing free of any bra, nipples already hard from pretending not to notice you watching through the door. But when he flips her onto all fours and pins those stockings up past her knees? She arches back with a gasp, ass in the air like she was made for this. No lube needed here—just raw heat.
