She was built for it—wrinkled skin stretched over jiggly rolls, stockings torn halfway down her legs—and that cock didn’t stand a chance. Bent over the log like an old hunting dog ready to be bred, ass high in the air while his hands grip those heavy hips. Thwack. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes through the woods as she begs for more. Then—oh then—the moment she flips around. That same mouth that just screamed out his name now wraps tight around his shaft, gagging on every inch before pulling back with a wet pop. But no time to recover: she shoves him onto his back between two trees and straddles him like a saddle cowgirl.