Mature Man Hands Himself Off Over Her Bare Ass

Loose-fitting button-down half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to the elbows—she’s got one arm propped under her head like she owns the place. That wrinkled skin around her tits sags just enough to make his thumb linger there before sliding down to where it really matters. He doesn’t even need lube—her juices are already dripping, thick and warm from years of practice. His hands cup those heavy thighs as he angles himself over that plump ass crack, balls dragging along wet folds before lining up for the first rough stroke. The bed groans under him every time he slams home, knuckles white from holding back but not really trying all that hard anymore.