She doesn’t even blink when he slams it down her throat—wrinkled neck muscles flexing like she’s been doing this since the ‘70s. Red stilettos digging into the carpet as she moans around his shaft, lips stretched tight. Flips onto all fours on the couch, ass up in those same stockings now torn at the crotch from last time. Hands gripping his hips like a vise while he pounds away; cum already dripping down her chin onto those heavy tits. Her face is a masterclass in experienced pleasure—mouth half-open but not gagging, just taking, swallowing every inch like it’s been years since she had a proper fill-up.