Silver-haired Wife Gets Eaten Out On The Couch

Bent over the leather armrest with her silver hair tumbling down, the older wife parts her stockings just enough for his mouth to feast. His hands clamp around her thighs, pulling her open wider as her glasses fog up with every gasp. Rhetorical question: How many times has she fantasized about this exact moment during boring faculty meetings? Her tits press against the couch cushions while his tongue circles her clit, slow and deliberate, driving her to the edge before he pulls back just enough to make her whimper. When his fingers finally slide inside, her back arches hard enough to crack a spine, her stockings squeaking against the leather every time she grinds against his face.