She was starving for it. Not just any cock—she needed that relentless rhythm only an older man could keep up all night. The second he flipped her onto her back, she locked ankles and pulled him DEEP, nails digging into his shoulders like she’d been waiting years for this kind of punishment. No mercy. No pauses. Just raw, sweaty slamming against the mattress while she whined about how good it felt to be used so hard after being ignored for so long. Her tits bounced with every thrust, lips parted in desperate gasps as he stretched her wide open—no foreplay needed when hunger takes over.