That light robe barely hides anything—just enough to tease before it slides down her shoulders. Long dark hair falls forward as she grips his wrists, pinning them above his head. Tits swaying like they’ve been doing this for years (because they have). She rides him first—slow at first, then faster until her breath comes in ragged gasps. Hands slide down to grip his ass tight while he flips her onto her back mid-thrust; legs wrap around him like a vise. No lube needed here—just experience and gravity doing the work. Cum hits her throat hard when he finally lets go.