She doesn’t ask—just takes what she wants. Older woman with jiggly thighs pins him down, knees digging into the couch cushions as he struggles to keep up. Her breath smells like whiskey and old secrets while her fingers work his belt open without breaking eye contact. First it’s her lips wrapped tight around his cock, gagging but never letting go, then it’s her riding him raw on the armrest—tits bouncing, nails scraping his back like claws. By the end, cum drips off her chin onto that faded blue shirt he borrowed from her son.