She’s been doing this since he was in diapers. Dark hair spilling over his shoulder as she leans in, fingers tracing his chest before guiding him between her heavy tits. White tank top rides up just enough to show off the stretch marks and saggy skin—perfect. Then she sinks down slow, lips wrapped tight around his cock while one hand grips the back of the couch cushion. No gagging here—just practiced control as she bobs along, spit dripping onto his balls. When he tries to pull out? She clamps down harder. By the time he flips her onto her back and pins those legs open above her head, she’s already wet enough to hear it squelch.