Cockhead pressed to her smeared lips, granny gulps it down deep in the dim parking lot shadows, cars humming by oblivious. Lace sleeves bunch at elbows as her head bobs frantic, spit trailing chin onto heavy tits spilling from her top. Switches angles, gagging hard on the full length, boots planted firm on concrete. Jaw locked wide, veins pulsing — he grips her hair and pumps final spurts across tongue, flooding her mouth till it overflows past lips. She gulps audible, wipes the excess with a finger, eyes locked upward. Public risk amps every slurp. Relentless throat work from this built older woman, no breaks, just raw suction till drained dry.