Tan lines from years of bikinis still cling to her thighs as she kneels, lips stretched obscenely wide around his girth. Drool drips down her chin while she fights to swallow every inch. The couch cushions creak under him when he pins her down, slamming into that tight pussy like she’s been waiting decades for this moment. Her nails dig into his back as she arches up, taking it deeper—no mercy now, just raw hunger between them.