Tan lines tracing deep grooves between those heavy thighs—old enough to be his mother but still riding him like she’s twenty. Back arched, wrinkled tits bouncing, ass spread wide for that perfect angle. Slaps his hands away when he tries to flip her; ‘I know what I’m doing.’ Switches to doggy style and takes it deeper than ever before. Catches him off guard by turning around mid-thrust, lips swollen and wet from begging him not to stop.