Bathroom mirror fogs up while he fucks her slow and deep from behind, hands gripping saggy hips that jiggle with every thrust. She turns, spits in his palm, then shoves him onto the couch—knees sinking into cushions as she rides like a woman who’s done this since before he was born. Tits swaying, thighs quivering, lips parted in a grin of pure experience. He tries to flip her again but she slaps his chest: