This woman’s been doing this since before you were born. Thick thighs wrapped around his head, ass hovering just above those hungry lips. Saggy but swinging tits bounce every time she shifts weight. One hand grips the couch cushion for leverage while the other tugs at her own nipple—hard enough to leave marks. She knows exactly how to move: hips rolling in tight circles until his tongue can’t keep up. Then it’s onto her back, legs spread wide over his shoulders as he buries himself between those juicy folds again and again—no finesse left after all these years.