Peeked through the crack in the door and saw her—the older woman with those heavy tits swaying as she kneels over him, lips stretched around something metallic glinting between her teeth. She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop—just gripped his shaft tighter while that little stud pressed deeper into her throat. No lube needed when she’s this wet. Tongue swirling around it like she owns it, fingers pinching at her own clit while he groans below her. Then—click—the door creaks open just enough to see his cock disappear between those thick thighs from behind. She rides him slow at first, then faster when he grabs her hips hard enough to leave bruises.
