Old enough to be his mother but still got that hungry look in her eyes. She owns this bed like it’s hers—hoists herself up by the headboard, then drops back down slow, lips parted around his cock. Hoops jingling as she grinds harder, nails digging into his thighs. Then she pivots—straddles his face, tongue swirling before yanking him up by the hair and slamming onto her knees. Ass spread wide for whatever comes next.