That silk bathrobe slips off one shoulder first, then the other, pooling at her feet like a promise. Wrinkled skin glows under the shower light, stretch marks along her thighs catching every thrust of his hand. She’s been here before—knows how to take it slow or go wild—and tonight she’s choosing both. Cock slides past swollen lips as she leans in, tongue darting out to lick away the pre-cum already beading at the slit. One hand grips his bicep for balance while the other cups his balls tight enough to make him groan. No tease this time; just raw hunger from years of practice.