Older woman’s experienced hands work that young cock like she’s been doing it for decades. Fingers slide up and down, thumb pressing just right—no wasted motion. The bathroom floor is cold beneath her knees, but her grip stays warm, teasing. She leans in low enough to taste him first: salt and need on her tongue before opening wide. Swallows every last drop without breaking rhythm. That face? Pure focus—like she’s memorizing how he tastes.