Sun-baked arms hold a younger guy’s cock steady while an experienced hand guides it deeper. Thick lips glisten with spit, tan lines fading where fabric used to rub against skin. She gulps and coughs but doesn’t stop—this isn’t her first rodeo. Fingers dig into his thighs as he bottoms out in that practiced throat, then she flips onto her back and pulls him between those heavy legs. The sheets smell like sweat and old perfume. No warning needed when a woman’s been doing this since before you were born.