I Was 18 Fifty Years Ago #11

Franscina’s pushing seventy, blonde hair, tits still perky, and she fucks like the tires haven’t gone bald. Total cougar on the hunt for young, fat dick that’ll split her in two, and when she finds it she loses every shred of shame. That mouth goes straight to work—slurping cock, tongue-lapping balls—never misses a drop. She’ll bend in any direction you want, but watching the old broad claw her way on top and drop cowgirl onto a thick pole is the real prize. She rides like she’s trying to tame the thing, hips snapping, tits swinging, grunting every time that fat shaft knocks the air out of her.