...the final load lands square on those saggy tits, sticky and warm, while she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and smirks like this is Tuesday. Started with her pinned against the countertop, knees hooked over his shoulders—cock buried so deep in that wet pussy he could feel every ridge of her cervix. Then she flipped him onto his back mid-kitchen floor, straddling him like she owns the place (because she does), grinding down until both their faces were flushed and breathless. No lube needed when a woman’s been doing this since before you were born...