That look in her eyes—old enough to be his mother but hungry like a teenager. Blonde curls messy, mascara smeared from the second he slid inside. She takes him down her throat first, gagging as he grips her hair, then flips onto all fours on the bed. Fingers spread her ass before he slams in hard—no warning needed after twenty years of practice. The way she arches back when it hits just right? Like she’s been waiting for this all damn day.