She said it was just a massage. Then the robe slipped off one shoulder, then both. Thick thighs straddling his waist while he pretends not to notice how wet she already is—fingers tracing circles over her heavy tits before they’re yanked aside for a sloppy deepthroat that makes her gag. No lube, no warning: just raw hunger when she flips him onto his back and sinks down hard enough to leave marks. The bedframe creaks like it’s about to break under the weight of her grinding, hips snapping so fast you’d think someone paid her by the thrust. And when she finally comes? Messy, drooling cum all over his chest while she whispers ‘You didn’t even try to stop me.’ Age gap? Check.
