Her Bouncing Floppy Tits and Loud Moans Push Him to Fill her Dripping Pussy with Hot CUM

“Fuck, you're staring like you've never seen a woman before,” Sasha purred, her voice low and dripping with mockery, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of heat. She uncrossed her legs slowly, letting the motion pull the dress tighter across her chest, her tits bouncing faintly as she leaned forward. “What's it gonna be, huh? You just gonna stand there, or you gonna do something about that hard-on I know you're hiding?” Her words were laced with a playful cruelty, but there was an edge of eagerness, a subtle shift in her posture—her hips tilting slightly, her thighs parting just enough to reveal the slick sheen of her pussy lips pressed against the pantyhose. Her breathing hitched, almost imperceptibly, as she waited for your move, her fingers trailing lazily along the seam of her stockings, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.