You think you can handle this? Misty-eyed professor leans back on the couch, legs spread wide, watching his face as he buries himself deep. Her lips part in a slow grin when he groans—wrinkles around her mouth only make it filthier. Stockings already torn at the knees from earlier rough play. She flips him onto his back mid-thrust, straddling him like shes been doing this since he was in diapers. Tits bounce free of her blouse—saggy but perfect for gripping while she rides him hard enough to shake the coffee table. When she comes, its loud: breathless moans mixed with wet smacks of skin against skin.