She doesn’t ask—just grabs his wrist and yanks him into the bathroom like she owns the place. Blonde hair dripping wet, tits heavy with age, she shoves him against the tile wall while he struggles to keep up. Ass slams down on cock so deep it hurts good—no lube needed after all these years. She’s in control: hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging in as she sets the pace. Cock buried to the hilt every time. Water splashes everywhere but neither cares—she’s too busy riding through another orgasm before flipping him onto his back for round two. Legs spread wide over that young ass now; thighs quivering from years of practice while he gags on her tits mid-thrust.