Caught mid-moan with her skirt hiked up—blonde granny straddles his head, thighs quivering as he buries his tongue deep. She wasn’t supposed to be doing this here, not like this. Fingers tangled in his hair, back arched off the couch cushions, she lets out a breathy gasp when he flips her onto her back. Tits bouncing free, she wraps those thick legs around him and pulls him down hard—no warning, no mercy. The way she takes control says this isn’t their first time sneaking around.
