Blue tank rides his face first—wet, messy, no hesitation. Thick thighs clamp down as she grinds like she’s been doing this since he was diapered. Tank gets yanked off mid-ride; nothing but saggy tits and that knowing smirk left. Flipped onto hands and knees, ass already slick from fingers or something else? Doesn’t matter—cock slides home with a wet pop. She pushes back hard enough to crease the mattress, stocking straps digging into hips.