Black lace thong and sheer black stockings with garters—ripped off fast when he tries to touch her thighs. She’s got that look: experienced eyes scanning the room like she owns it. Starts on top, grinding slow at first, but those hips don’t lie—she’s been doing this since before he was born. Then she pins him down by the shoulders, legs spread wide enough to see everything. Cock slides deep while her tits jiggle against his chest; no bra left after round two. By the time he flips her over and slams into that ass from behind, both of them are sweating through what’s left of their clothes.