Tan lines glistening where the hot tub water laps at her sagging belly. Those full lips part around his cock like she’s been doing this since he was knee-high to grass. Ass up over the edge, legs spread wide for him to drive into—wet sounds drowning out everything else. She flips onto her back with practiced ease, knees bent high enough to let him bury himself deeper than ever before. Her stretch marks ripple when he pulls out slow, then tighten as he slams back home. One hand fumbles with a condom wrapper (or maybe not), fingers already slick with arousal. By the end? Not just cum dripping off that chin—she’s got it smeared across those jiggling tits like birthday cake frosting.