The gap between her years and his hunger is the first thing you notice — silver-streaked hair tangled on the pillow, mouth open, no apologies. He grips her hips, thumbs digging into soft flesh as she sinks onto him inch by inch, back arching like she’s memorizing the stretch. Missionary turns to cowgirl mid-thrust, her ass slapping his thighs, tits bouncing with each roll of her hips. Fingers tangle in the sheets, knuckles white, while his cock disappears between her lips again and again — no mercy, just need. The headboard knocks the wall in time with her gasps, the sheets soaked where her ass meets the mattress.