Lina Peters leans back on the bed like she owns the place—lips glossy, eyes half-lidded with that I’ve done this a thousand times look. Young cock slides in easy; she’s already wet enough to hear it. First thrust sends her tits jiggling free from some half-torn nightie, stretch marks glistening under the light. She moans low, voice rough like gravel but still commanding: Harder. Doggy-style turns sloppy fast—ass clapping loud enough to wake the neighbors—but she doesn’t care. Just grips the sheets tighter when he hits that spot deep inside.