Cum all over her face. That’s how this scene ends—thick ropes landing right where her mascara already ran. But first? A slow build-up of moans, creaking leather furniture, and a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Saggy but swinging tits bounce as she straddles him mid-couch, thighs quivering like jelly while her fingers dig into his shoulders. No foreplay needed here—just raw hunger from years of practice. She rides until her pussy clenches around every inch, then flips him for reverse cowgirl with those stockings still half-ripped off by the end.