She takes it slow at first, tongue flickering like she’s savoring the first sip of whiskey. Then that cock hits the back of her throat and her eyes water—no shame, just experience. Teeth graze gently before swallowing hard. Her mouth waters again as he leans down close; lipstick smeared across his chest by midway through. Flips onto all fours on the couch cushions when done, ass high enough for him to sink deeper without warning. The way her head bobs isn’t just reflex—it’s practice after decades of this.