She smirks first—dark eyes glinting with that I know what I’m doing look while her fingers toy with the belt buckle. Then those full lips part just enough to let out a low moan as he pushes inside, slow at first but not for long. Black lace clings to saggy tits bouncing every time he slams up from beneath her, couch cushions groaning under their weight. No hesitation when she flips him over mid-thrust—legs hooked around his waist now, grinding down hard enough to make the frame rattle. Cum drips off her chin onto those inked-up arms by the end.