'Old enough to be your mother' grins down at him from the couch, thighs dripping as two fingers slide in slow circles. Wrinkled skin around her hips sways with every thrust of his cock against her inner thigh. She moans louder when he teases the tip at her entrance—‘Put it where my fingers just were.’ Saggy but heavy tits bounce as she leans back, one hand gripping the cushion for balance while the other keeps circling that swollen clit. ‘I’ve been waiting years for someone who’d finally use me right.’