Pussy lips part over his mouth. Lace mesh clings to her skin, crotch shoved aside. She squats low on the couch, knees wide, fingers prying herself open as his tongue dives in. Thighs tense. Juices drip. Cock throbs up from below — she slides forward, engulfs the head in wet heat. Hands brace his chest. Hips rock steady, smothering him in mature folds. Room lights dim, walls bare. She lifts just enough to stroke him slick with her — then drops back down, grinding harder. Facesitting turns to pussy-riding, lace stretching taut across her ass. He grips her legs. She rides through it all.
