Face contorted, mascara smudged from struggling to swallow every thick inch. Her mouth glistens with spit and precum before she wipes her chin back—fucking done with that—and rolls onto her knees. Ass up, hips already grinding against the mattress like she knows exactly how deep he needs to go. Pinned there, legs spread wide enough for a man’s shoulders, taking it rougher than most younger girls ever dare. When he finally pulls out to shoot across those sagging tits, half of it drips down into the crevice between them—just how she likes it. No gag reflex left after twenty years of practice.