Lucky Grandpa

Yasmeena grins, sprawls on the rug, and hooks that grandpa cock between her painted toes. She gives it a lazy wiggle and feels it twitch like it forgot the decade. A few soft strokes from those small feet and Albert stiffens up proper, muttering something filthy under his breath. She keeps at it, heels planted, soles sliding nice and slow, until he’s rock-hard and ready to chase more trouble. With a quick scoot forward she swaps toes for cunt, sliding him right in while he grabs her ankle like a lifeline. She rides him sloppy and loud, feet still dangling in the air, toes curling every time he slams home.