She’s been doing this since before he was born. Palm trees sway as she presses him into the warm sand, thighs straddling his waist. No hesitation—just confidence. Thick hips grinding first, then that tight pussy swallowing every inch while her hands grip his shoulders like reins. He tries to buck up but she’s got decades of practice; knows exactly how hard to squeeze until he’s gasping for air between her tits. When he finally flips her over, it’s only so she can laugh and flip him onto his back again—this time riding slow enough to make sure every nerve is screaming by the finish line.