Forty-something blonde with dyed highlights and a body that still draws stares kneels down the second he walks in, no hesitation. Cock hits the back of her throat hard—she’s not gagging, she’s using it. Hair gets yanked when he pulls her up by fistfuls, then slams into her from behind on that floral couch. No slow buildup here. Ass cheeks slap against his thighs as he buries himself inside while she screams into the cushions. Fingers dig into flesh—some pain, all pleasure. When she finally turns around to ride him face-to-face, every stroke looks like punishment for whatever sin they’re both guilty of. Cumshot goes straight where it belongs: deep inside without warning.
