She controls the pace, mouth owning that cock like its hers. Brown hair falls loose. Kneeling first — green top hugging her frame, lips seal tight around the shaft, cheeks hollowing with each pull. Floor rug under knees. Eyes lock upward, determined. Shifts to bed later, legs splayed in white socks, hands pumping while tongue works the tip. Granny enthusiasm raw, barely pausing for breath, spit trailing down.