She’s got his cock between her thighs first, fingers tangled in his hair as he struggles to keep up. Then—flip—she’s straddling him, tits bouncing, and slams down hard enough to make the bed frame groan. Ass takes it first: slow, deliberate strokes while she moans about how good it feels being old enough to be his mother. But no way is this over yet. She grabs his wrists and pins them above his head, riding that thick cock like she’s been waiting decades for this moment. Legs shaking, breath ragged—then she turns around fast as hell and drops back onto it from behind. No lube? Doesn’t matter. Her wrinkled pussy grips tight as he pounds into her from behind.