Moans like she’s been doing this since before he was born. Blonde with heavy thighs and stretch-marked hips straddles his lap, nails digging into his shoulders as she rides him slow at first—then faster, until her voice cracks on a scream. Office chair creaks under their weight. She leans back, tits jiggling free from some half-unbuttoned blouse, and begs for it harder. Fingers tangled in his hair when he flips her over the desk instead—ass up, skirt hiked past her thighs. Cock slams so deep you can hear it echo off the framed diplomas on the wall. Cum splatters across that wrinkled belly like someone painted her with warm syrup.