Tan lines from years of sunbathing still sharp on her thighs as he slams into her from behind. Ass cheeks jiggling with every thrust, fingers gripping bark like it’s the only thing holding her up. She moans louder when he flips her onto a mossy log—pussy glistening, legs spread wide for him to feast on before taking it doggy again. No lube needed; just raw hunger and decades of practice.