@swinecrown
HE’S SAT IN the middle of the room and she’s not going to bother to say anything as she walks over to him, planting herself FIRMLY in his lap, glaring at whoever the woman was who had been talking to him previously. The turtleneck and shorts accentuate her figure, and she can’t help but smirk as she turns to look at him, a hand running down his cheek. Her actions speak LOUDER than words and she can only hope he doesn’t push her off his lap. That has happened before, but that man hadn’t survived the night.
A woman has NEEDS, which was why she was here in the first place. She’s left little to the imagination when it comes to her legs, her shorts finishing high on her thigh. He could EASILY slip a hand in there if he were feeling frisky, wouldn’t be the first time she’s indulged in this, especially with her age.