Tan lines on her thighs from years of stockings. Red shirt rides up, exposing saggy but heavy tits jiggling with every bounce. She starts slow—cowgirl, hands gripping the armrests like she’s been doing this since before he was born—but then shifts forward, lips wrapped tight around the shaft while her pussy keeps milking him dry. No gagging here; just practiced precision. Cum splatters across her cleavage as she pulls back with a smirk that says ‘You’re welcome.’