Old enough to be his mother but young enough to still make him blush. She starts slow—light teasing over the couch cushions, fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest before she finally straddles him. Thick thighs clamp around his waist as her lips part for a sloppy kiss that leaves her mascara smudged. No foreplay needed; this woman knows exactly what she wants. Pants dropped mid-laugh, tits bouncing with every shift of weight as she sinks down hard—Christ, he can’t even last two minutes before she’s guiding him inside.