Wrinkled lips wrapped tight around his cock as she pulls back hard enough to hear skin slap. Gold chain necklace jingling like a metronome for her rhythm. Flips him onto his stomach mid-thrust—ass up, legs spread wider than a door, and those saggy tits slapping the sheets. Hands grip his hair so hard he can’t breathe, then she yanks him up by the belt loops for a messy facial that leaves mascara streaks down his chest. No warning before she collapses on top, riding out the last drops like an old pro.