Somebody’s grandmother—or close enough—tears open a flimsy button-down like it’s an obstacle. Tits spill free, breath ragged, eyes locked on the younger guy beneath her. She doesn’t ask; she rides. Thighs clamp down hard enough to leave marks while his cock disappears between sagging but eager flesh. The couch groans louder than he does when she leans back, arching that spine like she knows exactly where every nerve ends. Cum shoots up her throat before she even finishes swallowing.