Tan lines on her thighs where stockings used to be. Ass spread wide, cheeks glistening with sweat or something wetter. Younger cock buried deep between those heavy legs while she braces herself against the headboard, nails digging in like she’s been here before—because she has. First thrusts are slow, deliberate; then it’s a blur of flesh slapping together, sheets tangled around ankles. She arches back just enough to let him see how good it feels before collapsing forward again, breathless and grinning at whoever might be watching.