She starts slow, teasing him with her tongue while he kneels between her legs. Thick thighs squeeze his head as she rocks back and forth, letting him lick that wet pussy like it’s dessert. Then she sits up—just long enough to spit in her hand and stroke herself before sinking down onto his cock. No warning, no hesitation; just years of practice guiding every thrust. Tits bounce with each slam, nipples hard as rocks under those saggy but perfect tits. When he finally lets go deep in her throat? She gulps it down like a shot of whiskey—then wipes her mouth and grins.