Mature Wife Teases Then Swallows Every Drop on the Chair

She’s been sitting there all evening, that easy grin playing at her lips while he watches. The chair creaks as she shifts closer now, hand slipping under her skirt just enough to tease. Sweater rides up when she leans in—big tits pressing against the fabric—and those dark eyes lock onto him like she’s about to make him beg. One slow blink later, she’s on her knees between his legs, calloused fingers undoing his belt before he can even breathe. Lips wrap around the tip first—just a teasing lick—and then that practiced tongue starts working magic. She knows how deep he can go without gagging; how long to hold it before pulling off with a wet pop just to hear him groan.