Dusty

"You need to take better care of your home, Mister L," Consuela said, frumping over it in her maid outfit. "I shouldn't even be cleaning this at all." And she shouldn't, Douglas agreed. He thought this would be a good excuse to fuck the older Latina maid. But when she started working, he couldn't pass up a free clean.

"Yeah, Faith does a piss poor job with it," Douglas said. He moved over to the living room, sitting in his old favorite recliner, reading the paper while Consuela worked. After an hour, the place was spic and span, and Consuela pulled the paper down, a frown on her face.

"I thought you invited me over for fun, Mister L," Consuela said crossly.

"Well, you started working. I didn't have the heart to stop you," Douglas said, chuckling. Consuela peeled off her panties, her late 50s pussy hairy and ready. Douglas unzipped his pants, applying some cream to desensitize his cock, and Consuela climbed on top of him, dusty and dirty and sweaty as she was. Douglas reached up, molesting her brown tits, tugging on the nipples. What was wrong with him, he thought idly to himself, his cock stiff, milked by Consuela's old pussy. Consuela was a grandmother, and he was lasting longer with her than he ever had with Elizabeth. He shook his head, focusing on Consuela's dusty pussy in his newly dust free home.