Tan lines creeping up her thighs where stockings used to sit—now just smooth skin gripping the couch cushions. Her mouth is already wet before she even takes him in, tongue flicking out like she’s savoring the memory of every cock that’s ever filled it. He doesn’t ask twice; she opens wide, gagging as he pushes deeper than any boy should go at her age—but hell, she’s taken worse. Fingers digging into her hips when he flips her onto her back, tits jiggling with each thrust while she wraps those experienced legs around him and pulls him closer like a woman who knows exactly what she wants: harder. Cum drips down her chin by the end.