Years etched in her face, but that hunger grips like velvet fists—reclined on plush purple couch, white blouse gaping over tits, silver skirt shoved aside for bare pussy takeover. His naked frame towers, hands clamping curvy hips, cock plunging deep into slick folds, her thighs trembling under the weight, fabric rasping against sweat-damp skin. Barefoot toes curl into cushions as he grips and thrusts, her body yielding soft and insistent to every hard press.
