Blonde Cougar Nailed From Behind

She's pacing the living room in nothing but a tank top and thong, pussy throbbing every time she thinks about Codey Steele's cock. Been edge-walking since breakfast, thighs slick, nipples stabbing through thin cotton. Keeps checking the clock like it'll speed him up. When the door finally opens she doesn't wait—yanks him inside, shoves her tongue down his throat and grinds that soaked little slit right against the growing bulge in his jeans. He grabs two handfuls of her ass, lifts her like she weighs nothing, and she wraps her legs around his waist. They crash into the hallway wall hard enough to rattle a picture frame. She reaches between them, frees his dick, and sinks straight down on it with a filthy, satisfied moan. Codey fucks her right there—standing, pounding, her back smacking plaster, panties still shoved aside—while she claws at his shoulders and begs for every inch like the cock-hungry brat she is.