She started with a smirk at dinner—playing innocent while his hand ‘accidentally’ brushed against her thigh under the table. Now she’s on all fours on that creaky bedframe, legs spread just wide enough for him to see everything. His hands knead those heavy tits like they’ve done it a hundred times before (they have), and when he finally slams into that tight pussy from behind, she moans loud enough to wake up whoever might be sleeping downstairs. No lube needed—she’s already wet from years of practice. Cum squirts so far back it drips down her inner thighs by the time he flips her onto her back.