Tan lines on creased thighs from years of sunbathing in nothing but a robe. Wet lips stretched over steel as she takes it deep without breaking eye contact. Silver-streaked hair falls forward like she’s pretending not to notice the guy leaning against the doorframe. Bent over the sink with legs spread wide, pink ass glistening from earlier play—she moans into him like this isn’t forbidden at all. Flips him onto his back mid-thrust, tits bouncing**, then drops to her knees again for another round before dragging him toward that same couch where they’ll finish it up.
