Old enough to be your mother doesn’t slow her down one bit. Starts bent over the armrest of that leather couch, ass in the air like she’s claiming it as hers. Then she flips—one hand shoving him back while her other grabs his hair for a sloppy kiss mid-thrust. Tits bounce free, nipples hard as rocks from years of practice. When he tries to pull out? She locks him deep with those inner muscles and rides until her juices smear across both their stomachs.