Dim-lit hotel room with the curtains half-drawn—just enough light to see sweat glistening on saggy tits and a face painted with mascara streaks. She’s got him by the belt loops, pulling him deeper into that warm, practiced mouth while his hands grip her head like she’s about to break. Switches positions mid-swallow—back arched off the bed as he flips her onto all fours. Ass up high, thighs shaking from years of practice. One hand grabs a pillow to muffle moans while the other reaches back between those heavy legs. Fingers already wet when he finally slams home.