Mature Sex Addict

She flipped him on his stomach like she owned him, tits swinging, grin splitting her face. "Spread those cheeks," she barked. He did. Three lubed fingers straight up his hole in one thrust—no warm-up, no mercy. His knees shook. Her other hand pumped his cock slow and mean while she twisted those fingers deep. "Look at you, already leaking all over my sheets." She curled them harder, nailing his prostate, making his cock jump and drool. He started pushing back, desperate for more. She laughed, added a fourth finger, thumb brushing his balls, stretching him wide. "Such a greedy little hole. Bet nobody’s ever taken it this deep." Then she pulled out, slicked the strap-on, lined it up and slammed every inch home until her thighs slapped his ass. No letting him catch breath—just straight rail-fucking, deep strokes that drove him right into the mattress, pulling filthy moans he didn’t even know he had in him. Every time he thought he couldn’t take any more, she found another angle that proved him wrong.