This one’s got experience written all over her face—thick lips painted red, wrinkles around her eyes crinkling as she grins up at him. She doesn’t ask; she takes, pulling that young cock down her throat like it’s owed back rent. Hands grip his waist for leverage as she gulps, chin slick with spit and something darker. He tries to guide her pace but she shakes her head—no—and pins him down by the shoulders instead. Ass wiggling against the sheets when he flips her onto all fours next, fingers already tracing where he’ll be next: tight pussy or that loose ass? Either way, she’ll milk it dry before collapsing into the pillows with a satisfied sigh.