Lips parted and tongue flicking across her lower lip, the brunette granny walks a dirt trail with a knowing smirk. Denim shorts hug her curves as she pauses near a waterfall, eyes locked on the lens. Dark hair tumbles past her shoulders while her fingers trail down her thigh, teasing the hem of her shorts. A slow blink and a deeper lick, her breath hitches just before she turns and walks deeper into the trees, hips swaying heavy.
