Somewhere behind a closed door, a fifty-something with heavy tits and painted nails is trying to swallow it whole. Gray knit sweater bunched at her waist, purple lace panties soaked from how wet she got just thinking about it. The cock slides past her lips until her throat fights back—gulping noises fill the room like she didn’t expect company. Hands claw at thighs, legs spread wider when he pins them down by the ankles, forcing another inch deeper into that tight throat while she chokes out whimpers. Then—just as you’d think she can’t take any more—they flip positions and his fingers dig into those thick hips as he slams up hard enough to make her head snap back...
