Old enough to be his mother but still got moves that’d make a twenty-year-old blush. Stockings ripped halfway down her thighs as she straddles him on that couch, grinding so hard you can hear the springs groan. Tits bouncing free from her dress, nails digging into his shoulders like she’s been doing this since before he was born. Flips him onto his back mid-motion—now she controls how deep it goes, slow drags of cum dripping between us while she licks her fingers clean.