She’s old enough to be his mother but new enough to know exactly how to break him. Gold necklace glinting under the light, big hands gripping his waist like she’s been waiting for this moment. Starts slow—teasing him with those thick lips, tongue swirling just right—but when he pushes deeper, she gulps and struggles. The bedframe groans every time he slams back into that throat-fucked mouth. By the end? Her mascara’s smeared down her cheeks from crying out and cum dripping off her chin onto those saggy tits that’ve seen better decades.