Moaning loud enough to drown out the waves, the silver-haired granny locks her legs around his waist and grinds against him on the warm sand. Dark strands escape her messy bun as she arches her back, tits bouncing with every deep thrust. His hands grip her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pounds her raw, the wet sounds of their bodies mixing with her breathless gasps. Flipped onto her stomach, she claws at the sand, ass lifting to meet each stroke while the ocean breeze slaps against her flushed skin. The way her thighs tremble tells you she’s not holding back, not even close.
