That look in her eye—like she’s been waiting all damn year. Red lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them before she even touches him. Sagging tits heaving as she grips his cock like it’s hers by right, already pulling him toward that gaping mouth. First gag, then a slow swallow while those heavy-lidded blues lock onto his face—good boy. Flips onto the couch on all fours next, ass jiggling with every thrust while one hand toys with herself between moans. Velvet robe rides up past those thick thighs; stretch marks glint under the light like battle scars from a thousand nights just like this one.