Forty-something cougar with stretch-marked tits and a knowing grin starts slow: teasing bites on collarbones, fingers dancing over abs like she’s memorizing every inch. Then those lips part—first tongue flick against skin, then full mouth engulfing cock mid-chuckle as he squirms. No rush here; she’s got all day (and all night). Saggy but swinging breasts bob as she works him deeper by degrees—moisture dripping down chin onto tattooed pecs by the time he finally groans.