Her face is flushed, lips parted in that ‘I’ve-done-this-a-thousand-times’ grin while he buries his cock deep inside her tight asshole. No lube needed—just years of practice making every thrust count. She grabs his shoulders hard enough to leave fingerprints, then flips onto her back and pins his wrists above her head. The couch creaks under their weight as she takes it slow at first—testing him out—but soon starts rocking harder, those heavy thighs squeezing his hips like a vise. A low groan escapes when he hits that sweet spot again; this time it’s not just pain, it’s pure pleasure written all over her wrinkled skin.