...and then there’s the sound—wet lips pulling off with a pop, chin slick with cum as she wipes it slow across her cheek like she’s savoring dessert. She knows exactly how to work that mouth: gagging just enough to make him groan, throat muscles flexing as he hits the back. The couch cushions are soaked where they fucked before—her legs wrapped tight around his waist while he pounded into that saggy but perfect pussy from behind. Now she’s straddling him again, riding until her tits bounce and her breath comes in ragged gasps. By the time he flips her onto her back and buries himself deep one last time? That wrinkled belly takes every inch like it was made for this.