A middle-aged woman with tits that spill over the edge of a chair leans forward, lips already wrapped tight around his shaft before he even sits. No foreplay needed—just greedy mouthwork, tongue swirling around the head like she’s starving. His hands grip her hair hard enough to sting as she takes it all, gagging but never pulling back. Then the position changes. Ass up, face down on that same countertop where they were just teasing each other with stolen glances. The sound of fabric tearing fills the room as he lines himself up behind her, fingers spreading her wet heat before slamming into place.
