She groans his name like it’s been years since she heard it right—deep, guttural, the kind of sound that makes younger guys forget their own names. Big hands grip her hips while he buries himself deep in that wrinkled pussy or asshole she’s had perfected for decades. ‘Harder,’ she whispers between pants, nails digging into the sheets as her body takes every inch without flinching. The bed creaks under their combined weight as he flips her onto all fours—her tits bouncing free from an old lace bra, stretch marks shining under the dim light.