Red couch cushions sink under the weight of her heavy frame as the older woman arches her spine and parts her thighs wider. Dark hair spills across the armrest while his tongue flattens against her swollen lips, making her hips jerk off the seat. Each flick of his tongue draws a sharp gasp, her fingers twisting the fabric as her breath comes in short bursts. Pussy glistens under the dim light, his chin already slick with her wetness — she grips his hair and forces him deeper, demanding more. Thick thighs tremble around his ears as her back bows, her moans filling the room before she collapses back against the couch, spent but still hungry for more.
