Wrinkled hands grip his hips as she bends him over the couch cushion—that’s how you do it. Ass spread wide, lips already glistening from her own fingers working in slow circles. No hesitation when he pushes inside; just a deep breath and the slow stretch of muscle giving way. Flips him onto his back next, legs hooked around his waist like she’s been waiting decades for this moment. Tits swaying free as she rides him raw and unapologetic—wrinkles creasing with every thrust. Mouth open in silent encouragement (or maybe a moan), her tongue darting out to catch stray sweat. Then comes the real lesson: bent over again but this time harder.