Leather couch, dim lighting, the kind of place where no one knocks. She’s got that look—wrinkled skin around her eyes but still sharp enough to cut glass with those nails. Starts by sitting back on his cock like she owns it (because she does), legs spread wide over his thighs. Tits swaying every time he thrusts up into that wet pussy. Then she flips him onto his back and rides harder—stockings slipping down as she leans forward, hands gripping the armrests for leverage. By the end? Cum dripping off her chin while she wipes it away with the back of her hand.