Older woman with full lips and a practiced grip takes him down to the back of her throat while sitting cross-legged on cold tiles. Flip-flops kicked aside but still clinging to her feet like she didn’t have time to take them off properly. Thick thighs pressed together as she bobs up and down, mascara smeared from wiping tears away. Doesn’t need lube—just years of practice swallowing every last inch without gagging.