She’s old enough to be his mother but rides like she owns it—thick thighs squeezing his waist, tits bouncing as she bounces harder. Starts sweet, then flips him onto his back mid-thrust, legs hooked tight around his neck. No lube needed; years of practice make every slide slicker than sin. By the end, he’s gagging under her weight while she wipes mascara-smudged eyes and calls him ‘good boy’ between pants.