She’s been doing this since he was in diapers. Blonde hair streaked with gray, thick thighs gripping his waist like a vise as she flips him onto the furniture. Stockings torn at the seams from years of use—this isn’t her first rodeo. He’s trembling under her weight, hands clutching at cushions while she controls every thrust, ass slapping against his hips so loud you’d think someone might hear. Legs spread wide over his shoulders next—her pussy dripping down his cock as she takes charge again. Fingers digging into flesh, nails scraping skin because she decides when it ends. The red mat beneath them is already stained from last time too.
