Leather couch. Blue walls. A fifty-something blonde with jiggly tits and a smirk that says ‘you’re lucky I’m here’. She’s been doing this since you were in diapers—knows exactly how to squeeze those legs shut around his cock until he’s gagging for air. No slow buildup. Just her heavy-breathing gasps as she rides him raw, nails scraping his back like claws, until the couch springs groan under their weight. Cum leaks out every time she bounces—none of it going where it should.