Wet slurps echo off the walls as her full lips slide down the shaft, black hair swaying with each bob. Stockings hugging her thighs, orange top barely containing those heavy tits. Couch cushions sink under her knees during the deep suck, then she sprawls back, legs splayed in black lace, his hand kneading her bare breast. You ever see a mature woman devour cock like its her last meal? Eyes half-lidded, breath ragged, she grips the base and takes it deeper, cheeks hollowing. Switches to lying prone, head tilted back over the edge — throat bulging, relentless gulping until spit drips down her neck. Parquet floor gleams below, curtains framing the raw hunger on her face.