Blonde Grandma Gets A Cockload

The old lady sprawls across the bed in nothing but a half-unbuttoned nightgown when Pops walks in. He slaps oil on his hands and kneads those crepey thighs like he’s trying to start a fire. She pushes her hips toward him, lets the gown fall open. His fingers slide straight in—two at once—and Grandma throws her head back with a throaty hoot. "Don’t quit now, mister." She flips him onto the sheets, climbs aboard, grips his cock like it owes her money, and sinks down wet and ready. Her sagging tits swing with every bounce. After a grinding minute she drops to her knees, slurping him down to the root, tongue swirling the underside, drool dripping onto his balls. He grunts, grabs her gray hair, and she takes every inch like it’s her job. She pops him free just long enough to say, "Spill it, baby," then goes back down until the hot flood splashes her tongue and runs down her chin in pearly strings.