Blonde tart kneeling, mouth stretched wide around his cock like she’s been practicing since the ‘70s. Fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper until he hits the back of her throat—gag—but she doesn’t stop. Wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and smirks before shoving him onto his stomach. Ass up on that couch cushion, legs spread wider than a doorframe. She guides his cock into that tight little hole herself—no lube needed after all these years—and starts riding backward like she owns the place. His hands grip the armrests as she leans forward, tits swinging hard enough to slap against his back.