Creaky

Elizabeth could barely get anything done in Leroy's room without him using his cane to tug her skirt up, or using it to pull her blouse down to expose her heavy breasts. The white beauty queen was quickly becoming his favorite visitor, and he her favorite patient.

It was inevitable, then, that they ended up in this position. He was a good 8.5 inches stiff, not quite Moses or Abe, but sufficient for a woman that thought herself past all that. His heavy balls clapped her ass in perfect rhythm, and her juicy pussy milked at his cock frantically. She looked down between her legs, at her bushy sex, unkempt from disuse, that fat black cock disappearing inside it over and over, a shock of white hair at the base of his cock and covering his heavy nuts. The bed creaked ominously as he rutted into her, and after a half hour he exploded into her aged, but not yet infertile sex.

Afterwards, she did the walk of shame out of the retirement home, the patients eyeing her lecherously, and the staff with a mixture of envy and disappointment. She went into Douglas's room, spartan in his furnishings and bereft of any sign of love in it. Douglas was half-asleep, but awoke suddenly at the presence of his ex-wife.

"Elizabeth ... w-w-what --" he started, and she pulled her skirt and panties off, climbing onto his face urgently.

"Eat this pussy," she ordered, in a hoarse whisper, closing her eyes and relaxing, as she drained Leroy's nut into her ex-husband's mouth. After she had her own orgasm, she finally relented, leaving without another word.