This isn’t some shy girl—this is a woman who’s done this before. Thick thighs wrapped around his waist, nails digging into sunburned skin as she sets the pace. He’s bent over that car hood like a good boy while she grinds down hard enough to make the metal groan. Her hands grip his hair when he tries to flip her; no way this old bird lets some young stud take charge. Ass slapping loud enough for neighbors to hear if they weren’t busy watching already.