She’s sitting on the couch in nothing but a skimpy red thong, legs crossed like she doesn’t have a care in the world. One hand drifts down between her thighs while the other reaches out, fingers already wrapping around his shaft before he even realizes what’s happening. No words exchanged—just that first greedy stroke, lips parting as if she’s about to say something dirty but changes her mind and sucks harder instead. The thong gets yanked off mid-motion, tossed aside like an afterthought. Next thing you know? She’s up on all fours over him, back arched so those massive tits sway with every bounce of her hips.