She starts with a striped shirt tied around her neck like some kind of twisted schoolgirl uniform—red hair messy, mascara smeared from earlier. No bra under that thin fabric, just heavy tits pressing against it while he kneels between her thighs. The first stroke of his dick in her mouth is all permission she needs; no teasing, no buildup—just deepthroat hunger. Bed creaks under them halfway through. Ass up in the air when he flips her over mid-cumshot, fingers digging into saggy hips as he hammers back in without asking. Her moans are half-laughs like this isn’t real yet. Then the squirt comes unannounced—legs locking around his waist while he groans into the pillowcase.
