Her mouth is a vice—wrinkled lips wrapped tight around his shaft as he bottoms out her throat. Glasses perched on her nose, mascara smeared from gagging, she pulls back with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting to his balls before shimmying up his body. No foreplay needed; she’s already dripping when she sinks down onto him raw, thighs quivering as he slams into that saggy but hungry pussy. The bed groans under them like it’s been through this routine a hundred times—and it has. Cock buried to the hilt in one smooth motion, tits jiggling loose from years of gravity and good living.