She starts in her robe, fingers already busy untying it as he kneels. Silk slides off one shoulder, then the other—wrinkled skin glistening under the lamp light. No time for slow teasing; she pins him down by the chest and takes control. Legs wrapped tight around his waist, grinding until her thighs burn. When he tries to flip her, she laughs—a deep, throaty sound—and pushes him back onto his knees instead. Ass in the air, tits swaying with every thrust while he buries himself between those heavy thighs again and again.