On the bed there is a grey-haired woman. The wrinkles in her face show that she must be around sixty. The only garment on her body is a white lace bra which holds her large, somewhat slack breasts. Her head and shoulders rest on big pillows, so she can look down at her shaved pussy. Her finger rubs her clit in a steady rhythm, while the other hand holds a large dildo by its balls. The tool is 10 inches long and very thick, with real-looking veins and colours; most of it is buried in her cunt. Its shaft gleams with her juice as she pulls it out between her flabby pussy lips and shoves it again deep into her womb. She moans to herself: �Oh yeah, this old pussy still needs a lot of cock! ooh, deep in, yeah, feels so horny in my good ole fuckhole! Shit, this toy�s not quite the real thing, but it comes close!�
You stare at the rod going in and out between her wide-spread thigs. In this moment, she notices your presence. Her hands freeze, her breath still going strong. You stammer: �Oh, sorry, I didn�t want to disturb..� �You disturbed already�, she utters. �Guess you owe me a favour now, young man. Close the door and come here�. You do as you are told. Standing in front of the bed, you gaze at her aged body. Although she is far from classical beauty, you feel your cock stir in your pants. You ask: �Madam, how can I amend my fault?�
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