Eyes half-lidded, mouth already wet. She doesn’t even wait for him to ask—just pulls that younger guy onto the couch by his belt, tongue already tracing the head of his cock before he’s even seated. Purple shirt stretched tight over her heavy tits as she leans in, gagging just right but never letting go. Stockings halfway down her thighs when she switches to riding him hard, cushions squishing under their weight. That face—mascara smeared from rubbing it off too fast—tells you everything: this isn’t new to her.