She’s been doing this since he was in diapers—blonde hair slightly gray at the roots, full lips painted red, and those heavy tits bouncing just right when she leans in. The couch cushions creak under his hands as he guides that thick cock past her teeth. No gagging, no struggle—just practiced suction and a slow bob that makes his knees weak. She knows exactly how to work him: fingers teasing his balls while her other hand grips the back of his neck like she owns it. Then comes the switch—legs spread over his lap, riding slow at first before grinding down hard enough to make the springs squeak.