That smirk? She’s done this before. Eyes half-lidded, mascara smudged from the first thrust—she lets him push her back until her ass hits the armrest. Sagging tits jiggle, stretch marks gleaming under the light as she wraps those legs around his waist like a vice. ‘You’re gonna fill me up good,’ she purrs, voice rough with years of practice. He flips her onto all fours next, fingers tangled in that graying hair as he slams home—her moans turn to wet gasps, thighs quivering when he pulls out just to slam back in harder. No subtlety here. Just raw experience—a woman who knows exactly how deep to take it before arching off the bed with a satisfied groan.