Come here, sweetheart, she growls from the bench, already wet and waiting. This one’s been around—knows exactly how to take it: hands gripping metal bars, thighs quivering under his thrusts. He tries to be gentle but she laughs deep in her throat and digs her nails in. No mercy now—I’ve waited too damn long for this cock. Back arches off wood slats as he bottoms out inside her; that pussy clenches like a vice every time he pulls back just to slam home harder. She’s not done yet though—flips him onto his back mid-thrust and rides him like she owns him (because at forty-five? She does).