Old enough to be his mother starts slow—soft fingers tracing wrinkles down his back before gripping him tight. Pink lace panties pulled aside, heavy thighs parting like she’s done this a thousand times. Couch cushions sink as she straddles him, riding just enough to make it hurt good. Then pinned face-down, her breath hot against his ear: “You want it rough? I’ll give you rough.” Ass slaps wet with every thrust until the sheets are soaked and her nails dig into the mattress.