Fifty-something Sarah Jane doesn’t ask permission—she takes what she wants. One minute they’re talking landlord-tenant bullshit, the next her hand’s wrapped around his shaft before he can even react. No teasing, no buildup—just a brutal deepthroat that has him gagging on her tits while her fingers dig into his thighs. She shoves him back onto the couch hard enough to rattle the cushions, straddles that meaty cock without warning. No slow grind—just raw riding with her nails raking down his chest every time he bottoms out inside her. The couch groans under them as she leans forward just to whisper in his ear: 'You should’ve kept your mouth shut earlier.