Great GILF

Douglas closed his eyes, thrusting forward. Once, twice, thrice, pushing in and out of the silken hole. It wasn't as tight as it used to be. It wasn't as wet as it used to be. And that was okay. Consuela was approaching her 70th birthday after all, and was still giving it up to Douglas.

Of course, Consuela wasn't only seeing Douglas. D-Train had been giving her discreet loving for years now, in exchange for always privately being in his corner in his relationship with her daughter Valentina. And that itself was a big factor in the lack of tightness and wetness that Douglas had initially gotten used to.

She thought of that huge Black cock, powerful, capable, as Douglas fucked her with his weak white tool. And when he came, thick ropes of cum from his potent balls, wasted in an old cunt, Consuela obliged him with a fake orgasm, before discreetly texting D-Train while Douglas cleaned up.