She doesn’t ask permission. Just drops to the purple yoga mat with a smirk, grabs his belt buckle before he can react. Thick lips wrapped around him first thing, fingers digging into grass as he tries to pull out—but she wants it deeper. Saggy but heavy tits bounce every time she gulps down another inch. Her free hand cups his ass like she’s memorizing every muscle under those shorts. When he finally flips her over and pins those legs back? She laughs through the stretch marks on her thighs and begs for harder thrusts without missing a beat.