...and then she flips him over mid-cumshot, straddling that spent cock while her tits sway with every grind. Wrinkled skin glistens under the kitchen lights as she leans forward—mascara smeared but still smirking—and takes every last drop between those saggy but heavy tits. Stockings ripped at the knees from clawing into the chair legs earlier. The tablecloth? Ruined. Her pussy? Still clenching like it owns him.