Glittery purple thong barely clinging to her hips, that dress torn open mid-thrust. She’s been doing this since before you were born—knows exactly how to arch her back so those heavy tits bounce just right. Starts slow, grinding down like she owns the place, but by the time he flips her over and pins those legs back? The couch cushions are soaked through. Ass jiggling with every deep thrust, fingers clawing at sheets already tangled around them. Ends with cum dripping off her chin while she wipes mascara-smudged eyes and smirks—‘You’re welcome.’