Bent over the edge of the couch with his cock in her mouth, the silver-haired granny works him slow and deep. Dress hiked up, her lips stretch tight around his shaft as she swallows inch after inch, her tongue tracing every vein. Knees pressing into the carpet, she hollows her cheeks and takes him to the back of her throat without gagging, her free hand gripping his thigh for balance. The old couch groans under their weight while his fingers tangle in her loose curls, guiding her pace. Watching her throat bulge with every slow thrust, he can barely keep from bucking up into her face. When she pulls off with a wet pop, a thick rope of pre-cum drips from her bottom lip down to her chin, leaving a shiny trail on her wrinkled skin.