Tan lines from a bikini she hasn’t worn in years cut deep into her thighs as she shifts back against the cushions. That yellow dress rides up higher with every thrust, straps slipping off saggy but jiggly tits. He’s got one hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave bruises while the other works between those spread cheeks. Pussy glistens when he pulls out just to shove back in deeper—her nails dig into his shoulders, mascara already smudged from clawing at him mid-moan. She knows exactly how to grind until his cock goes numb before flipping him onto his back for a slow ride.