She looks like she’s been doing this since before he was born. Blonde hair in her face, mascara smudged but still striking. One hand gripping his shoulder, the other reaching back to adjust her own weight as she slams down—cock disappearing into that soft, jiggly pussy. No finesse, just raw experience: wrinkled thighs squeezing, stretch marks glistening under the light. He tries to slow it down; she pins his wrists above his head and rides faster. Then—flips onto her back, legs wrapped around him like a vise while he hammers deep. Cum spills over her lips when she finally lets go of that last breath.