On a worn leather couch with one leg draped over the armrest, the silver-haired cougar’s fingers move fast between her parted thighs. Her free hand grips the cushion as her back bows, mouth falling open with every sharp exhale. A glass of wine sits half-finished on the side table, forgotten as her body tightens. She works herself harder, thighs trembling, until her hips jerk and her breath hitches in a silent climax.