She’s been doing this since before you were born. Starts by straddling his lap on the couch, grinding like she owns the place—thick thighs squeezing his waist as she leans down to whisper something filthy in his ear. Then it’s hands on her hips, pushing him back onto the cushions while she lowers herself down inch by inch, eyes locked on him like she’s memorizing every second of it. No lube needed; that pussy knows exactly how to take it raw. When he flips her over mid-thrust, those saggy tits bounce with every slam against the armrest—her nails digging into the fabric as she arches her back for more.
