That black lace thong? Gone by the third thrust. She knew exactly how to tease it off with a wiggle of those hips while he was still adjusting his grip on her waist. Now she’s bent over the bed frame, tits bouncing like they’ve been doing this since before he was born. Ass clenches around him every time his cock hits that sweet spot—wrinkles creasing when she moans loud enough to wake the neighbors. Then she turns around, grabs his face, and pulls him down for a messy kiss while riding him hard enough to make the mattress squeak. Cum ends up everywhere: chin dripping onto saggy tits, thighs glistening under dim light.