That crisp white blouse? Gone in seconds, buttons scattered like confetti. Stockings rolled down to her knees before they’re yanked off entirely. She’s been doing this since he was in diapers—knows every angle, every moan-worthy spot. Couch cushions sink under her weight as she grinds down hard enough to leave marks. No hesitation when she flips him onto his back and pins those thick thighs around his waist—cock buried deep between saggy but perfect tits while he struggles to keep up with a woman who’s done this a thousand times before.