She started with those thick fingers wrapped tight around his shaft—no lube needed after all these years. Purple-streaked blonde hair falling into her face as she worked him over like she owned the place. Then that smirk: ‘You’re gonna need more than this couch for what I got planned.’ One hand shoves her onto all fours before he’s even adjusted himself, ass in the air like a woman who knows exactly how to take it. Her thighs shake when he slams home—fuck, she’s been here before—and by the time he pulls out to finish on those sagging but still heavy tits? She’s already reaching back for round two.