Silver-haired and thick-set, the older woman lies sprawled across a floral couch with her dress bunched up around her waist. Knees bent and parted wide, she grips the cushions as her partner’s mouth works between her thighs, tongue sliding slow and deliberate. Her tits rise and fall with each heavy breath, the fabric of her dress straining against them as she arches into every slow lick. A low moan escapes her lips, throaty and unfiltered, while her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him deeper. The couch groans under her shifting weight, the floral pattern of her dress the only splash of color in the otherwise muted room. Her body trembles slightly, hips lifting just enough to meet his mouth as he takes his time.