Tan lines creeping up her thighs from years of wearing nothing but panties. That’s what happens when you’ve been fucking like this for decades. She rides him slow at first, teasing, before slamming down so hard the couch groans under them. Ass clenching tight, legs wrapped around his waist like she’s holding on for dear life—not that she needs to. Hard nipples scraping his chest, breath coming in ragged gasps as he grips those hips and starts pounding back up into her wet pussy. No lube needed here; just years of practice and a body that knows exactly how to take it all.