Horny Old Men #02 - Scene 1

Jay Crew sits there cock out after Lola Fae's first session—seventy something, skin thin, prick thick as hell and standing straight up. She catches the grin and doesn't miss a beat when he smacks her ass on the way past the table. Typical dirty old bastard move. When he wraps his hand around that meat and starts stroking right there on the massage table, Lola sighs like she's seen this crap before, then climbs up and squats on it without another word. Her cunt swallows him in one wet slide, lips stretched tight around that old hammer. Lola starts hammering herself down, tiny ass rippling, nipples hard, juices smearing across his balls. Every drop that slides out of her runs hot down his shaft and drips onto the sheet. Jay's wheezing already, eyes bugged out. Lola's hips never stop; she grinds, pops up, slams back until her squirting sprays across his stomach and soaks the cushion under him. Her cunt flexes and sprays in tight pulses while she keeps riding like a brat on a prize pony. Jay claws at the sides of the table, mouth open, chest jerking. She keeps milking him till he finally shoots, thick ropes slapping her cheeks and lips. Lola climbs off still twitching, wipes her face on the towel, and Jay just drops like a sack, eyes rolling, lips going blue. Somebody yell for the goddamn medics.