Her face is flushed, lips parted with a slow moan as she arches back over that wooden chair—wrinkles deepening with every thrust. Stockings clinging to her thick thighs while he pounds that well-worn cunt from behind. Harder, she whispers, nails digging into the seat cushion. Then she turns around and takes him standing up, legs wrapped tight around his waist like a vise—cum spilling down her belly by the time he finally lets go.