Fingers claw into his shaft right on the living room couch, grandmas curvy frame straddling wide while she pumps rhythm slow then frantic, pussy lips gripping every ridge as she rises and slams back down. Tits flop heavy with each bounce. He flips her sideways, legs splayed over the armrest — pounding picks up speed, her belly quivering, moans echoing off windows. Nails rake his thighs. She arches into the thrusts, chasing that peak until sweat slicks everything and the cushions dent under them.