Sara Chouse doesn’t waste time—she smiles like she already knows this guy’s gonna be begging for seconds. Cock still half-hard on the younger man’s face? Not a problem. Her tongue flicks out first, slow and teasing, like she’s savoring every last drop of that amateur mistake. Eyes locked onto him the whole time, moaning low when he finally grabs her hips to flip her over. Stockings clinging to thick thighs as he pins her down from behind—her ass jiggles with every slam. ‘Harder,’ she purrs, voice rough from years of giving orders. Then she switches mid-thrust, crawling up to straddle him like an old pro riding a new stallion.