Dark hair tumbling over her face, the silver-streaked granny grips his thighs and takes him deep with a throat-fucking rhythm that makes her mascara smudge. Her sari sash is loose, exposing her collarbone as she struggles to swallow every inch before gagging and pulling back with a wet pop. His cock glistens with her spit as she cups his balls and urges him deeper, her other hand gripping the bedsheet for leverage. Between coughs and gasps she whispers filthy Telugu words, her voice hoarse from moaning. The patterned bedsheets bunch under her knees as she rocks forward again, her lips stretched obscenely around his shaft before he pushes her down with a groan. Her free hand claws at his hip, nails digging in as she fights to keep up with his thrusts, her throat fluttering around him.