Looks like you need some real attention, she says, patting his lap with those saggy but firm tits. Her hands guide him closer as she drops to her knees—wrinkled skin glistening under the light, stretch marks tracing her thighs like battle scars. She doesn’t gag or gag; she works it, lips sealing tight around the head before sliding down slow and deliberate. His fingers dig into her hips when he finally flips her onto all fours over the couch armrest—her ass high in the air for whatever comes next.