She’s got thirty years of experience written all over her face—wrinkles around the eyes, mascara smudged from last night’s fun—and she knows exactly how to use it. Hair pulled tight, lips stretched obscenely wide as she gags on every inch. When he tries to pull out, she digs her nails in and pushs him deeper until his cock hits the back of her throat. Then she lets go with a wet pop, spits at his chest before shoving him flat onto his back. Legs spread wide, thighs quivering as she straddles him—no warning, no lube needed after all those years of practice. Ass slams down hard enough to make the bedframe groan while he grips those jiggling tits like they’re lifelines.