This isn’t some shy girl’s first time. She’s got thirty years of practice riding cock like it’s her job—purple lace slipping off saggy tits, thighs quivering with control. Starts slow, teasing that young mouth open before pinning him down for real: knees locked tight over his shoulders, ass slamming down hard enough to rattle the headboard. He tries to grab those hips but she bats his hands away—‘You don’t get to touch unless I say.’ Cum drips from her chin when he finally lets go; she wipes it across her lips like a trophy before collapsing beside him.