Old or young - sluts the same!

Sandora's got plenty of miles under her belt, and Kitty Cat's phone is forever ringing. They picked a cheap motel room with one working lamp and promised each other they'd swap work stories. The talking died quick once they saw the wet spots forming on each other's thighs. Sandora tore her own robe off, tits swinging free like bruised apples, and Cat licked her lips, greedy. They rolled around on sheets that smelled like cigarettes and lotion, tongues tangling. Cat buried her face between leathery cheeks that tasted of sweat and lube, her long eager tongue curling right up Sandora's pulsing asshole while the old whore howled happy curses into the pillow. Sandora repaid the favor with callused fingers hooking Cat's cunt lips apart, slurping at the slick pearl until the younger girl splashed the sheets. Wrinkled skin brushed smooth everywhere, friction and need. Neither of them paused to breathe right. When Sandora climbed aboard to scissor clit against clit, their combined juices squelched loud between them, each slick thrust pushing the headboard into cheap drywall. Cat rode the older woman's hairy mound, grinding down until her cream coated the white curls. Sandora flexed and thrust back, the two women rutting like alley dogs until they shook and drenched each other all over again.