Old enough to be his mother but young enough to make sure he remembers every second. She starts talking about money like it’s just another detail—then she drops that knit scarf and shows what really matters. Bent over the bench, legs spread wide for his cock. Watches him through the corner of her eye while he tries (and fails) to keep up. Takes charge mid-conversation, pulls off her hat, then her gloves—cock already half-hard from those first words. Flips him onto his back with practiced ease; thighs clamp down hard as she rides slow at first before slamming into position.