He pins the bound granny down hard, her wrists cuffed, legs splayed in fishnets against the red bedspread. Latex corset strains over her curves, bat mask askew as his grip digs into pale flesh. She arches under the pressure, blonde hair fanned out. Fingers pry at straps. Rhythm builds slow then insistent, hips locked in missionary tangle. Senior body yields to the hold, rhythm relentless on wooden bed frame.