That look in her eyes—like she’s been waiting for this all damn day. Blonde hair messy from gripping the sheets too tight, mascara smeared but still staring right at him like he should be begging. Starts slow: stockinged legs wrapped around his waist, grinding until the table creaks. Then it’s hands on those saggy tits, nails digging in as he flips her onto all fours—ass up high enough to see every wrinkle stretch when he slams home. She takes it like a pro: moaning louder than any nurse would ever dare, lips parted just enough to let out little gasps between thrusts. By the time he pulls out and spanks that jiggly ass cheek? She’s already reaching back for another load.