"Mmm… just like that… deeper… oh yeah…" That voice—smooth as whiskey after decades of practice—wraps around the room while she takes control. Dark curls spill over the pillow as one hand grips his hip and the other guides him past her gag reflex. Tits bounce with every swallow, thighs trembling from holding back too long. She flips onto her knees next, ass up in the air like she owns this bed (and maybe she does). No hesitation when he slides back inside; years of experience let her ride without breaking stride. Cum drips down her chin but that smirk? Still intact.