Fucks her pussy

Elliot slowly walked around the bound and bent over Angel. His finger tips trailed over her shoulder blades and back possessively. As if he owned her. Actually, he did own her. In such a position, she was all his to do with as he would.

The porn star was no spring chicken, but at forty years old, she was very well preserved. Although not fat, the woman did have a belly. Leaning over the way she was, her sagging folds were made more pronounced.

Standing fully behind her, he stroked the cleft between her pussy lips with his middle finger. Rubbing up and down the moist gap for several moments, he finally slid his finger inside her. Angel moaned and rotated her hips as he pleasured her in that manner.

But then he withdrew his finger, and grasping his shaft, he directed the head of his hard cock into her wet cunt. Angel's moan was longer and louder this time.

At first Elliot's movements were slow. Leisurely. And the only sounds in the basement were those of Angel moaning and sighing and the wet, squishy noises of Elliot's shaft moving back and forth within the velvet like softness of her gripping vagina. But then he started moving faster. More forcefully. Angel's dangling tits began to bounce and jump, slapping against each other. He leaned forward, grabbing the iron pipe between the two wooden posts. Using that for leverage, he pounded into her. Causing her fully bottom to jiggle each time his pelvis slammed against it.

Angel's hair was matted against her sweaty head and her face grimaced and contorted as Elliot savagely fucked her like the bitch in heat that she had become.