Old Enough to Be His Momma Strapon Pounding in the Living Room

Living room lights low, leather couch creaking under their weight. She’s old enough to be his momma—wrinkles around her eyes crinkling when she laughs—but those hips? Still know how to work a man over. Black lace stockings bunch up at her thighs as she straddles him, strap-on already slick from earlier rounds. No finesse needed; just raw fucking experience. Tits jiggling free of any bra, nipples hard from the cold air conditioning or maybe just excitement. She leans back, hands gripping his shoulders for leverage while that thick dildo slams into something deep and wet behind him.