This isn’t gentle. She’s got decades of practice—wrinkled skin glistening, tits jiggling as she manhandles him onto his back. Tongues clash like two old friends settling a bet, fingers tangled in hair while he gags and chokes on her spit. No foreplay needed; just raw hunger from years of knowing what they both want. When she finally lets go, it’s only to flip him over and ride that cock hard enough the couch creaks under them.
