That voice? A mix of ‘I’ve done this since you were diapered’ and ‘you’re lucky I’m here.’ She starts slow—gloved fingers teasing his lips before pressing down hard, riding his mouth like it’s an exam table. Tits jiggle free from her uniform top, nipples already stiff from anticipation. When he can’t take it anymore, she flips onto hands-and-knees without breaking stride: ass high, back arched just right so those stretch marks frame something real. No foreplay needed—just years of practice paying off.