She starts fully dressed—black lace thong barely containing that saggy, experienced pussy, stockings already torn at the seams from last night’s fun. One tug and her blouse gapes open, heavy tits spilling out like they’ve been waiting all day to be grabbed. He’s on his back before she even sits down; legs spread wide over his shoulders as she rides him raw, thighs quivering with practiced control. No foreplay needed here—just years of knowing exactly how deep to take it. Cum drips off her chin when she finally collapses against him, breathless and smirking through smudged lipstick.