Sagging cleavage, chipped nail polish, and a mouth that’s seen better days—but none of that matters when her lips seal around him. She grips the base like she owns it, eyes half-lidded from years of practice. Tongue flicks up his shaft while her free hand reaches down to tease herself through those thin panties. He tries to pull her up for more but she shakes her head—nope, not yet. Then that happens: one rough tug on his balls, a wet smack against his thigh as she pulls back just enough to taunt before diving back down. Her throat works magic even with all those wrinkles; cum already pooling at the corner of her mouth like an old pro.