In a dimly lit room, Skye's husky voice whispers, "Forties, huh? Let's see if you've still got it." Midas grins, unbuckling his jeans to reveal his stiff, veiny cock. Skye, undeterred by his size, leans in, her tongue flicking out to lick the sensitive underside. She takes him deep, her throat muscles contracting around him, making him groan. She pauses, her lips glistening, before diving back in, her head bobbing enthusiastically, creating a wet, lewd symphony.