Ole Man Porter Performs, Alright!

Old Man Porter, Ronnie thought, was hung like a fucking Elephant. He stroked himself to his full length, which no one would believe in the park, to his full 11 Inches. Ronnie watched and filmed as he pressed it against Candy's exposed, shaved pussy. He caught it on film when her tight initial ring gave way to his pressing cock, when her pussy lips splayed open to it. He zoomed in, and held his breath as he saw inch after inch after inch after inch...disappear inside of her.

Ole Man Porter grumbled when only half of it fit. He drew back, and stabbed forward again, grunting. Candy didn't stir. Ronnie watched as the old bastard slid his cock in and out and in and out of her, faster and faster. He stroked himself in rhythm for a time, but soon found the boozed-up senior's pace too much and had to slow down. He focused on the camera, and saw Candy being bounced and fucked and rammed.

Ronnie zoomed in to her pussy and saw the glistening drops of liquid lust rising from her. He saw the subtle fucking back she was doing, unconsciously. He saw her thighs clamping down on the drunkard's hips and her teeth bite her lower lip.

He heard her faint moans and saw her hyperventalating breasts. Ronnie never thought he'd find one, but he had: this girl got completely turned on by being fucked while she was asleep. His own cock was painfully erect as he watched the ancient boozehound plow into her.

Ronnie looked down at the throbbing member inside his jeans, and gritted his teeth...