Older woman with thick glasses and a face full of experience drops to her knees like this is just another Tuesday. No slow buildup—just cock shoved past lips, gagging, fingers clawing at shoulders. Hair pulled back hard enough to make her whimper. She’s been doing this for decades; knows exactly how deep he can go before she gags. Swallows what she can’t take and wipes drool off her chin with the back of a hand that’s seen better days but still grips tight. The couch cushions are soaked by the time he flips her over—stockings ripped halfway up those thick thighs—and starts pounding from behind like he’s got something to prove.