That ‘massage’ started with kneading shoulders but ended with a woman who’s done this a thousand times. Uniform half-torn, green belt still around her hips as she flips onto all fours on the padded table. Cock slides deep between those thick thighs while one hand grips the edge for leverage. No warning—just pure rhythm: ass rocking back to meet every thrust until his fingers dig into her sagging flesh. Then it’s reverse cowgirl, legs trembling under his grip, nails scraping against the vinyl sheets. Cum drips down past wrinkled skin and onto those well-used stockings by the end.