Face full of cum, mascara smeared like war paint. She gulps it down slow, savoring each thick rope before licking her lips and grinning up at him—that’s how you do it after thirty years of practice. Starts with hands gripping his thighs, pulling him deep while her head bobs just enough to tease. Then she lets go completely, throat working as he fucks that wet hole until his hips stutter and he groans against the ceiling fan blades spinning above them. No gagging here—just a woman who’s done this so many times she could teach a masterclass.