Tan lines from years of stockings still visible where her thighs press together. Lips swollen from kissing, fingers gripping sheets like she’s been here before. He starts slow but this isn’t their first rodeo—her hips know exactly how to take it deep while his hands roam that saggy-but-sweet belly. When she flips him onto his back and straddles him, the couch creaks under their combined weight. No lube needed; just years of practice and a cock that fits perfectly between those plump lips.