That gap between her heavy tits glistens from sweat. She’s been at this all night—wrinkled skin stretching, tan lines fading under the weight of him. One hand grips his shoulder like she’s hanging on for dear life while the other slaps against her own thigh to keep rhythm. Cock slides deep into a pussy that’s taken more years than he knows, lips already puffy from biting down too hard. The bedframe groans as she rolls her hips back, then forward again—creampie territory by round three. When she finally collapses beside him, it’s not from exhaustion but because she wanted to feel every last inch buried inside her one more time before letting go.