That look in her eye says she’s done this a hundred times before—wrinkles creasing as she braces against the porcelain, lips parted in a filthy grin. Younger hands grip her hips while she rocks back, taking every inch like it’s owed to her. The sink splashes with each thrust; cum drips down her crack as she gasps for air. No hesitation, no shame—just raw hunger and years of practice.