She licks her lips when he walks in, that knowing smirk playing on her face—oh yeah, she remembers how this goes. Apron strings untied slow, hands already grabbing his belt before he even sits. First taste? A long moan into his shaft as she pulls back too fast, spittle dripping down her chin. Then it’s all business: head bobbing like a pro, fingers massaging his balls while she struggles to swallow every thick inch. The counter creaks under her knees when he pins her there—no warning needed this time around—and watches those wrinkled tits bounce as he hammers into that perfect warm mouth.