Couch cushions sink under her weight as the silver-haired MILF arches back, thighs trembling while his mouth works between them. One hand claws at the fabric, the other clutches his head, pulling him deeper as her pussy clenches around his tongue. He doesn’t rush, just teases her clit in slow circles until her hips buck against his face. The old couch creaks in rhythm with her gasps, her mascara-smudged eyes locked on the ceiling. When he finally pulls away, her lips are swollen and glistening, begging for more.