Bedroom reeked of old perfume and cheap cologne. Pink sheets tangled around thick thighs as bunny ears bounced with every grind. She wasn’t gentle—never was at this age—and he didn’t want her to be. Fingers hooked under his ass pulled him deeper into that wet heat, hips rolling like she’d been born for it. No foreplay needed when you’ve got twenty years of practice behind you. The headboard creaked against the wallpaper as she switched positions mid-thrust, straddling him face-to-face before slamming back down hard enough to make his balls slap against her ass.