That first deep throat sends her mascara running down her cheeks as she locks eyes with him, knowing he’s already lost. Saggy tits bouncing free as she pulls back for air before diving in again—gagging but grinning like a woman who’s done this since before he was born. Then up she climbs, thighs quivering over his hips as she rides slow at first, teasing both of them with those heavy breaths and whispered encouragement. ‘Fuck yeah… just like that.’ The couch creaks under their weight while her nails dig into his shoulders—no mercy left in this room.