The GILF's Bull

Consuela was in the laundry room, finishing D-Train's laundry when she felt her shorts get tugged down unceremoniously. She sighed, but with a smile. He liked to do it here. He liked to bring his laundry over, and fuck the grandmother of his children right by the dryer, the vibrations of the dryer accentuating his fucking.

She took out the lubricant she kept on the dryer for just that purpose, moistening up her old folds, letting her legs spread wider as she hunched over the dryer, hugging it against her frame. Then she felt it. Long, fat, Black, uncut. It was a weapon. It pushed into her folds, deeper, deeper, deeper still, deeper than any man she'd ever been with. Even Valentina's father.

Her cunt, aided with the vibrations from the dryer, massaged D-Train's prick, his heavy balls slapping her clit. She was far too old to breed, and perhaps that enticed him, the consequence-free fucking, but then again, perhaps not. He was a legend for breeding women in this area, even though Valentina was his favorite.

He came deep inside her, heavy ropes of potent seed. Perhaps if she'd discovered him earlier, Consuela thought wistfully ...but no. He was a bull, not a mate.