Dripping chin, mascara smeared—this blonde knows how to swallow like she’s been doing it since her first man had gray in his beard. Stocking-clad thighs squeeze tight around his waist as she rides him hard enough to hear the couch springs groan. Then down she goes, bobbing her head until the room spins from his weight hitting the back of her throat. Glassy-eyed and grinning, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand—no modesty left by that point. Just raw experience.