Somewhere between an office and a sinful confession booth, this mature blonde in fishnets and a half-unbuttoned blouse takes over. The exam table creaks under her weight as she arches back, ass up, thighs trembling from years of practice. Fingers already deep inside herself before he even touches her—just warming up. She turns those watery blue eyes back at him, licks her lips like she’s savoring the memory of every cock that’s ever been buried here. Then it’s hands on his shoulders, pulling him down until his face is pressed into that soft belly while she rides him reverse cowgirl—stockings snagging on the metal rails above them.
