Smeared lipstick and sweat-streaked tits mark the end of another lesson. His dick buried to the hilt, face pressed into her belly as cum floods out like a fucking waterfall. No gagging—just pure, unfiltered greed for every last drop. Curves sagged with experience but still hold him tight. Ass clenching around his hips mid-thrusts, nails digging into his thighs when he finally slams home. The backyard fence is silent witness to years of practice—she knows exactly how to take it all. Rough hands grip her waist before he flips her onto all fours. Slap-slap-slap on that ripe ass while his cock drags through wetness again and again. Not gentle now—not after weeks of teasing.