This isn’t her first rodeo. The older wife with saggy tits and a smirk that says ‘I’ve got you’ flips the younger guy onto his back before straddling him like she owns the place. Legs wrapped tight around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders—not to hurt, but to hold on while she bounces like a woman who knows exactly how hard to take it. He tries to grab her hips; she bats his hands away and leans in close enough for him to smell her perfume mixed with sweat. ‘You’re gonna learn,’ she whispers before grinding down so hard the bedframe groans louder than he does.