A Very Sturdy Chair!

Karlita waddles over with her best I'm-fine smile, but her jaw tightens the second she sees Rick parked in her seat. "Off," she says, all sugar. He leans back like the throne just molded to his ass and says nope. So she drops the cute act and goes full shade. She plants her bare feet wide, strips her shirt in one yank, and her huge breasts bounce free, heavy and warm in the kitchen light. Rick blinks, fork halfway to mouth. Karlita climbs straight onto his lap sideways, thick thighs bracketing him, belly pressing soft against his chest, and starts rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles. "Last warning," she murmurs, grinding her crotch right over the growing bulge in his sweats. She reaches down, fishes his cock out, and rubs the head through the warm crease of her thighs, not quite letting him in. Every time he tries to stand she pushes harder, smothering his lap with warm, jiggling flesh. "Chair stays mine," she huffs, rocking faster, slick now, the wet sound downright rude in the tiny kitchen. Rick's grip on the armrests slips; his breathing does too. When she finally guides him inside her, it's less invitation and more power move. She rides him like rent is due, cheeks slapping, hands braced on his shoulders, daring him to stay seated while she claims what's hers.