This one’s got years of practice written all over her face—wrinkled lips parted, nails digging into sheets like she’s clawing for every last second. Back arched against the wall, tits bouncing loose as he slams up from behind. She doesn’t whisper sweet nothings; she groans like she’s been waiting decades for this moment. Thighs shaking when he flips her onto the bed, knees pulled tight to her chest so his cock can bury deeper than ever before. The kind of desperate that only comes from knowing exactly what you want—and taking it.