That blonde cougar wanted to be caught. The second she heard the creak of the door, her eyes locked onto yours like a challenge. No hesitation—just a slow smile as she spread those stocking-clad thighs wider on the couch cushion. Her pussy was already dripping, and when you finally stepped closer, she didn’t even pretend to fight it. First came her fingers—two knuckles deep while her other hand gripped your belt like she’d been waiting years. Then those heavy tits pressed against your chest as she climbed onto your lap, grinding down until both of you were soaked through.
