She pretends to fold laundry while he ‘helps’ from behind—hands sliding up that pink sweater until his palm cups a heavy tit. Then that happens. Skirt hiked, panties off, ass spread wide on the couch cushions like she wrote the rulebook for older wives taking it rough. Fingers stretch her open first—slow, teasing—but when he finally lines himself up? No warning. Just the wet slap of cock hitting pussy so deep it sounds like they’re one person now. Her head drops forward, hair falling over her face as he pounds into that tight heat from behind. The couch creaks under them both; someone in another room coughs but neither stops.
