Cumming mature: Jocelyne

You gotta see this. Jocelyne pops that beer can right between her meaty lips and shoves the cold edge straight up her cunt. Her creases grip the aluminum like they're starving for it. She works the thing deeper, hissing and biting her lip, letting the old flesh stretch around cold metal the way she used to stretch it around whichever cock she found that week. The wrinkled folds glisten, slick now, and the can disappears halfway inside her. She grunts, rocks, pumps the chilled cylinder like she's priming an engine. "Missed this," she snarls between panting laughs, fist jammed tight around the rim while pussy juice trickles down the sweating aluminum. Hard to control? She's a brat who's still fuck-me drunk on the thought of breaking herself in public. Bottom lip shiny with spit, nipples stiff on loose tits, she moans and shoves the can right up to the tab, thighs quivering, guttural curse words rolling off her tongue every time the angle pops past her clit.