Smeared eyeliner and a mouth stretched too wide around that fat cock. She’s been doing this for years—knows exactly how to swallow without gagging, how to ride until her pussy clenches like a fist. No warning before she drops onto his lap, no hesitation when he slams up from below. Her tits bounce with every thrust, nipples dragging against the couch fabric. One hand grips the back of his neck while the other palms her own tit, thumb flicking over the areola like she’s testing if he’s watching. Cock slides in deep before she even finishes adjusting her position. No foreplay needed here—just raw hunger.