A game of pool

Mariana and Albert both pushing eighty but still horny as hell. They hooked up at the pool club and figured they'd knock around a few balls, only Albert's never made it into the table pockets. Instead he ended up balls-deep inside Mariana, the two of them going at it like rabbits with decades of pent-up heat. Slow, greedy hands. Wet mouths. That sticky slap of aged skin on skin and grunts that came from somewhere deep. Pure old-person filth, exactly the way you wish you were getting it when your own time comes.