Peeking through that half-open door wasn’t supposed to be this good. Thick blonde granny with saggy tits and painted nails kneels between his legs, tongue already swirling under the head before he even reacts. No warning—just a slow bob that makes her cheeks hollow as she takes him deep, chin pressed into his thigh. She cups his balls like she owns them while one hand trails up her own body, fingers disappearing between those heavy thighs where the juices are already dripping down. The gag reflex hits hard, but she fights it—gagging on every inch until spit bubbles at the corner of her mouth. Then she pulls back just enough to gasp for air before diving right back down again.
