Old enough to be his mother but still wild enough to leave marks. She starts with a smirk, lips brushing his ear while her fingers tease down his chest—then suddenly she’s on top, grinding slow at first like she knows exactly how to drive him mad. Thick thighs clamp around his waist as he flips her onto her back on the couch cushions. No finesse here; just raw hunger—her legs wrapped tight around him while he hammers deep between those heavy tits that bounce every time he slams into her. The apartment stays dim except for their bodies moving together in shadows: ass up against the armrest later, begging for it rougher when cum finally spills all over that sweaty skin.