Living room glows green behind her. Blonde locks fall loose, glasses perched on her nose. She squats over the couch first — fingers parting those soft lips, dipping in knuckle-deep. Belly soft, tits heavy and swaying free. Breath catches. Slides that pink vibrator right into her pussy, ring glinting on her hand as she works it. Eyes half-shut behind lenses, mouth slack. Turns around. Ass cheeks part natural over the armrest — toy vanishes between them now, slow twist, in and out. Legs tense. She grinds back against it, face twisting in that quiet hunger only years bring. Knees dig into cushions. Sweat beads on pale skin.