Old Man Abe

Elizabeth was acutely aware of Abe's age. The retired preacher was 95 now, covered in wrinkles that Elizabeth lovingly rubbed lotion into daily, trying to fend off Father Time. They drew open mouthed stares whenever they went out -- the ancient Black bull and his partner, the winsome beauty queen.

It was 10 a.m., and Abe enjoyed sleeping in now. He and Elizabeth slept nude, her bare ass spooned into his crotch. She stretched, kissing Abe's cheek softly, and then waking up Abe the only way she could.

She held his large, soft shaft in her manicured hand daintily, lapping at him from his asshole up to his heavy, saggy, wrinkled nutsac. She sucked on one large ball and then the other, generating plenty of moisture to bath the heavy orbs. She did that for awhile, gradually feeling his shaft start to swell, her nose buried in his snow white pubic hair.

When he was half-staff, she changed her focus, wrapping her glossy soft lips around his dark Black cock, wetly sucking on it, coaxing it to full stiffness. She heard her husband grunt.

"Can't get enough of your mouth," he said sleepily.

"Can't get enough of your cock," Elizabeth responded lovingly, starting to deepen her action on his cock, taking him into her throat. He lasted awhile, a true bull even at 95, before filling her belly with his thick seed.

"Come on, darling, let's get some breakfast into you," Elizabeth said, ever the doting wife.