Didn’t expect this when she opened that door. Nora—late forties, full lips, tits pressing against that thin silk robe—pretends like it’s just a neighbor knock. But her fingers trace his waistband before she guides him inside. Bedroom light flickers as he shoves her back onto the sheets; legs spread wide. Her hands grip his shoulders while he flips her over, ass up in the air like she was made for it. No foreplay needed here—the moment his cock hits that tight pussy is where things get messy. She moans loud enough to wake the house but doesn’t stop him from pulling out and slamming back in.
