She’s been waiting all day for this. Stockings ripped at the seams, heels kicked off somewhere between the door and the couch. Younger guy barely has time to breathe before her lips wrap around him—tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to remind him who’s really in charge. Gagging but not stopping, eyes watering but fingers digging into his thighs like she’ll never get enough of that cock buried in her throat. Then—one shove—and she’s straddling him, tits bouncing with every thrust as she rides like a woman who knows exactly how much weight to put on those hips. No lube needed when you’ve done this a thousand times before.