She’s the one who picked this couch for its sturdiness years ago. Now that old leather squeaks under her weight as she sinks down onto his cock, slow at first like she’s reminding him who taught him how to fuck. Thick thighs squeeze tight, saggy tits bounce with every grind—she knows exactly where to shift her hips to hit that spot deep inside. When he tries to reach up, she smacks his hand away and rides faster, panting through mascara-smudged lips: You’re not in control here. Flips around mid-cumshot just to show off those stretch-marked ass cheeks before collapsing back against the cushions.