Susan's favorite

Susan knows how to handle dick, plain and simple. Her mouth slides down a thick shaft with that practiced glide, taking every inch until her lips meet the base and her throat works around it like she's done this a thousand times. She pops off to smirk, spit connecting her bottom lip to the head, then goes right back in hungry. The old pussy gets its turn next, stretched around a fuck machine that pounds steady and unforgiving. She adjusts the dial like she's tuning a radio, legs spread wide, tits bouncing with each thrust that drives deeper. The gardener walked in for some pruning but ended up pruning something else entirely. His rough hands were on her hips before the first rake hit the ground, pushing her against the potting bench. He kept the gloves on while he railed her from behind, dirt under his nails and her cream on his cock, while she laughed between moans and called him a filthy fucking animal.