She starts in those snug leather pants, heels clicking against the floor like a promise. One tug and they’re around her ankles, stockings still half-on. Back arched over the couch armrest, tits jiggling with every thrust—he’s not gentle, neither is she. Hands grip his ass like she’s been waiting for this all damn day. When he flips her onto her back, those wrinkled thighs clamp shut around his waist and she begs for it rougher. Cum splatters across saggy tits and smears into that deep cleavage before she gulps down what’s left.