Old enough to be his mother but still got him bent over the couch like a ragdoll. Hands gripping her hips so tight they’re turning white—thump—each brutal stroke sending her forward. No lube needed when you’ve got this much experience; just pure, unfiltered roughness. She turns around mid-fuck and pins him down with one knee on his chest, riding him doggy-style until he’s begging for mercy (she laughs). Faceplant into the cushions as she pounds from behind—hair flying everywhere, ass jiggling like it’s been there before.