She’s old enough to be his mother but moves like she still owns that young cock. Tank top rides up as she straddles him on the kitchen counter, thighs quivering while he slams up hard enough to rattle the silverware drawer. Her tits bounce with every thrust—heavy and sagging just right—and when he finally pulls out, it’s only so she can swallow every last drop without breaking eye contact. No lube needed here; this is years of practice paying off.