Ball Game for GILFs

Sissy steps up to the pool table half hard already, cue in hand, dying to learn the game from Mugur. Her first real swing goes way off course and cracks him square in the nuts. Mugur doubles over with a groan, hands cupped between his legs. Sissy drops to her knees in a flash, yanks his waistband down and slurps his cock straight into her warm mouth. Her apology is wet and sloppy: lips sliding down until her nose presses into his pubes and spit runs down her chin. Once he’s rock hard and twitching between her tongue and throat, Sissy pulls off with a wet pop and spins around, flipping up her tiny skirt. "Want my pussy now? It’s soaked," she breathes, rocking her hips back until Mugur rams his throbbing cock deep inside. He grips her waist, pounds her tight hole with hard, rapid strokes that slap skin and make the table creak. Every thrust knocks another moan out of her until he yanks out, jerks fast, and sprays thick ropes across her pretty face. Cum drips off her cheeks, lips, chin. Pool game over. Best accident ever.