Cum drips down his chest as the older blonde leans in, lips parted wide. She licks first—tongue tracing the sticky mess on his shaft before swallowing what’s left from his balls. Hands gripping thighs like she owns them, those wrinkled knees pressing into the couch cushions as she teases him deeper. Next comes that knowing smirk; no warning needed when she takes him by surprise, mouth sealing tight around the tip and throat working until he chokes on a moan. Bedroom air smells like sweat and vanilla perfume by then.