She already knew what she wanted the second he walked in: a younger cock to remind her why men still chase her at this age. Purple lace thong pulled halfway off, knees sinking into the mattress like she owns it—because she does. Starts slow, teasing him with those saggy tits bouncing just out of reach while her fingers work herself open first. ‘You ever had a woman who knows exactly how deep you go?’ She smirks through mascara-smudged lashes before dragging him down onto that soaked pussy with one sharp tug on his belt loop. The bed creaks under their weight as she rides him hard enough to leave handprints on his chest by the end.