Didn’t mean to walk in. Didn’t mean to stay. But there she was—full-figured MILF with dark hair and a smirk, already half-naked on the couch like she’d been waiting for this moment. One hand between her thighs, rubbing slow circles while pretending not to notice him standing there frozen. Then she crooks a finger—come here—and lets him watch as those thick thighs clamp around his head before taking control. No lube needed when pussy’s this wet from teasing herself all afternoon. He barely gets his cock out before she’s riding it raw, nails digging into shoulders like she owns the place (because maybe she does).
