Silver-haired and fifty-something, she clutches a veiny cock in both hands, pumping it slow and steady while her throat fights the girth. Veins bulge under her wrinkled knuckles as she forces herself to take more, her face flushing deep red. Lips stretched tight around the shaft, her gag reflex kicks in but she doesn’t stop, saliva dripping down her chin. The couch cushions creak under her squirming ass as she shifts to get a better angle, her free hand clawing at the fabric. Breath comes in sharp gasps between gulps, her silver brows knitted in concentration. The room smells like sweat and old leather, her heavy tits rising and falling with each ragged inhale. She’s not letting go until every inch is buried in her throat.
