Her job.

As you play with her breast, teasing her piercing, you return your gaze to her face. "So what do you do, Safiya?"

"I work at a sex shop," she replies without hesitation or a hint of embarrassment, continuing to stroke you. You notice the elderly woman glancing up again for a moment.

You raise an eyebrow curiously. "Oh, really?"

"Really." She smiles faintly; you get the sense she's used to reactions like that.

"What's that like?" You find yourself genuinely curious. "Do you get a lot of creeps?" This might not exactly be dirty talk, but you're used to these sorts of situations enough by now that you can have this kind of chat without it killing your boner. Indeed, the casual way Safiya's working your cock while you discuss her job makes the whole experience hotter in its own way.

"Nah, actually," she replies, shaking her head. "I mean, one or two, maybe, but it's really not like that. It's actually pretty cool. The company has pretty serious training requirements, like, you take all kinds of courses about sex ed and diversity and stuff, and everybody I work with is super chill."

"Nice," you say. "Maybe I should check it out sometime."

She chuckles. "I mean, obviously I recommend it."

Safiya definitely seems to be quite comfortable with sexual matters, and honestly, her easygoing attitude is turning you on. Her handjob skills are on point too, and as she continues to stroke you steadily, you find yourself approaching the edge of climax.