Kneeling on the edge of the red couch, silver-haired granny grips his thighs and takes him deep. Her mascara runs as she gags, saliva dripping, but she keeps going. Switches to slow, deliberate strokes, tongue swirling before she plunges again. His fingers tangle in her hair as she pulls back just enough to breathe before diving down once more. When he finally grips her shoulders and thrusts up, she swallows every drop without hesitation.