Stockings rolled down to her ankles, the silver-haired granny yanks her own knees apart and leans back on the wooden chair. Her hairy pussy glistens under the light as she pulls herself wider, inviting his mouth in. Tongue buried deep, he laps at her dripping folds while her fingers dig into her own thighs. Back arches off the seat, her breath coming in sharp gasps as he works her clit with the tip of his tongue. Fingers tangle in his hair, forcing his face harder against her, her juices flowing down his chin. When he pulls away, her pussy lips twitch and pulse, still hungry for more. Cream drips down the chair legs as she pants, her body trembling with need.