Dark hair pulled into a messy bun, the cougar in her 40s peels off her red top and black skirt with slow, deliberate hands. Black lace bra and panties left behind, she straddles the couch arm, fingers working between her thighs as she moans into the empty wine glass. Wine bottle tipped over, she drags it across her collarbone, then shoves the stem between her teeth while her free hand claws at the cushion. Legs spread wide on the glass table, she’s bent backward, throat open and ready when he steps behind her. Cock slams in deep, stretching her lips as she gags, spit dripping down her chin, nails digging into his thighs. Each thrust pushes her further until her back arches off the table, mascara streaking, eyes watering, taking every inch without hesitation.
