Curvy granny in a tight tank top straddles some young guy’s lap, already wet. His hands grip her thighs like they belong there—because they do—and she rides them slow at first, hips rolling just enough to make him groan. No foreplay needed; this is practice after all. Thick fingers disappear between those damp lips, teasing her clit before sliding deeper. She bites her lip when he hooks two inside her, knuckles brushing against something extra. The couch creaks under their weight but neither gives a damn—the only thing moving slower than his hand is how fast she’ll come next.