Her eyes lock onto his like she’s been waiting decades for this. Glasses crooked but still sharp-eyed as she pulls him deep into that wet, practiced mouth. Tongue swirls around the head before she starts bobbing hard—no hesitation, no shyness. Just a lifetime of knowing exactly how to make a younger guy lose control. Slips off her chair and drops to her knees on those fancy hardwood floors—wrinkles accentuating every move as she grips him tighter than any twenty-year-old ever could. Switches from blowjob to riding him raw on the couch cushions; stretch marks glistening under the lights while he clings onto her hips.