Mature action award winner

She’s all mature confidence—soft belly, gray streak in her hair, and a thick, dark bush between her legs. Pool boy’s cock’s thick and heavy, veins standing out like ropes. She spreads for him right on the lounge chair, knees wide, her fur framing the wet slit begging to get split open. He slides in slow at first, her hungry cunt stretching around that girth until she can feel her lips drag along his shaft, hairs mashed flat and glistening. She arches, grabbing at his flexing ass to yank him deeper, every inch shoved up until his balls clap wetly against her crack. He grinds in circles, rubbing her swollen clit with the base of his shaft while the wet, squelching noise of a stretched pussy fills the backyard air. She moans like she’s been waiting months, fingernails digging into his hips, meeting each hard thrust like her only job is getting dicked silly. He hits bottom with steady, obscene slaps—her bush soaking, slicking his skin—and every pump drags a curse out of her throat. Pussy clenching, juices running down her crack, she rides the edge until her orgasm hits like a jolt, legs shaking, bush twitching against his belly while her snug walls milk him for every thick spurt he’s got.