She’s already wet when he walks in—glistening thighs parted just enough under those red shoes. Laughs like she knows exactly what she’s doing, fingers tracing circles on her clit while he watches. That smirk? Pure confidence. One hand grips the headboard as she sinks down slow, then gags when he hits the back of her throat—eyes watering but grinning through it all. Stockings roll down mid-fuck; wrinkles around her mouth stretch wider with every sloppy swallow. By the end? Cum dripping off her chin onto those saggy tits while she wipes it across her cleavage like it’s an after-dinner mint.