Henni—blonde hair dyed but still thick around her face—drops to her knees before he even gets close. Those saggy tits jiggle as she wraps her lips tight, swallowing past that thick cock like it’s nothing new. Mascara smudged already, spit dripping down her chin as she pulls back slow just to go deeper next time. When he flips her onto the couch cushions? She doesn’t hesitate—spreads those soft thighs wide and lowers herself down inch by inch until every ridge is buried inside. The creak of old leather seats mixes with wet slaps, legs trembling from years of practice.