Glasses pushed down her nose, the dark-haired woman in the car takes every inch with a slow, deliberate bob of her head. His hands tangle in her short hair as she works him, tongue swirling before she pulls back with a wet pop. Later, sprawled on a bedroom bed in just her blouse, she grips a thick toy between her thighs, rolling her hips in tight circles. Fingers dig into the mattress as she moans, her glasses fogging up from the heat. What does a woman in her prime do when she’s got a cock-hungry itch to scratch? She doesn’t ask twice.