LustyGrandmas Hairy Granny Eaten and Drilled to Satisfaction!

Granny’s Comely Honey Pot Gets Devoured

Oh, you sultry silver vixen! Grandma’s bodacious body begs for the young stud’s touch. Her age-defying curves – plump breasts jiggling in time with her bouncing grocery bag – entice the lustful lad to make a move. With nary a care for societal norms or a fig leaf of propriety, the virile youth cornered the MILF in her own kitchen.

“I was hoping you’d spot me,” the brazen boy growled, pinning the startled senior to the counter. “I’ve been watching, just waiting for my chance to ravish those ripe geriatric assets.”

The cougar clawed at his shirt, “You naughty little scamp! Come and get what this hairy harridan’s been hiding.” She lifted her skirt, exposing her granny panties puffed to capacity. The puzzled dismay on the teen’s face as he beheld her thick, unkempt floss was priceless.

“I guess you’ve never seen a real woman before, have ya, boy?” Grandma thoroughly embarrassed the inexperienced young buck, handing him first lesson in Grande Dame grooming. “Keep your eyes closed and worship this muff like the pious man-child you are!”

Reluctantly, the blushing boy went to work, carefully trimming with clippers until a balding horseshoe protruded from her panties. Granny fisted his hair, guiding the youthful mug into her musky thicket. “Ahh, that’s it – get acquainted with my muff. You’ll be seeing a lot more of that down there.”

Giddy with anticipation, the high school heartthrob parted Grandma’s stance to feast on her engorged petals. His eyes widened as she poured honey from a nearby flask, anointing her luscious labia. The depraved dessert sent the boy into a licking frenzy, slurping her sweet snatch like a man possessed.

“Mm, I knew you’d be a talented tongue twisted boy!” the purring porn-star purred, watching him defile her decaying drawers. “Since you’re so eager, I think it’s time for a taste of my more mature offerings. A grandma knows what a growing lad needs!”

Grandma pushed him to his knees, allowing him to marvel at her gravity-defying bare breasts. Pausing to let him admire the architectural feat, she slapped his Stevens into her cavernous cavern. “Now, bend that boy-toy back and get acquainted with Grandma’s hefty jugs. I’ll make sure you’re primed for what comes next.”

He gorged on the wizened wise grandma’s wise wobbling tacts. Drunk on grandmotherly bosom, the young prince felt the impossible addition of his ivory-towered seneschal pulsing against his base. Finished feasting, she guided his throbbing satin spear into her mature maypole’s welcoming ring.

Sweet Jesus, the young lad was in literal heaven as his headboard radius slammed into her posterior anvil. Her sagging, gravid vigor drove the inexperienced youth to the brink of oblivion with each savory smack. “Fuck, I’m unable to contained my delayed/ramped orgasm!”

“Slow down, Tiger. You’ll have plenty of hurrah for later,” Granny cooed, soothing with soft stroking. “I’ll teach you how to ravage a garden, and grow everything in season.”

Switching up, he mounted Grandma in reverse cowgirl. Her agile derriere absorbed his virile thrusts as he gripped her hoary halter. Face-planted in her ornate haunch cucumbers, internet exclaimed, “I didn’t know it would get so downtown.”

“Don’t you worry, son. Grandma’s got you covered,” she replied, feeling his Nella squirting milk milking her flower. “Looks like you’re all out of snap! How about we seal the deal with a nice gurgle?”

Mounted Grandma bent back, using a turkey baster to suckle his spent spigot. Drinking straight from the source, she slurped down warm cream filling like a woman starved. Unimpressed horns, Grandpa trudged past, shaking his head at the unsightly display. “Get it out of your system, boy. You’ll understand when you’re my age.”

“But Grandpa, I don’t think I can don it again!” the youth whined, pouting like an ingratiating grandson.

“Nonsense, son. Do you think Grandma staggered through a Kama Sutra to get this old?” He winked salaciously at his bride of 50 years. “When you’re the age I was at your grandfather’s funeral, you’ll be running threesomes without Шуууutting a hip or a dolphin.”

Grandma patted her hair and smoothed her tights, gathering some decency. “Believe it or not, there was much more trauma and grotesque elder debauchery where this came from. Tune in next time for Grandma’s Sexy Siaga, starring this precocious pubescent running from my collection of Persil-crusted undergarments.”

And with a grand finale of plastic bonbons and bingo spinoffs, Grandma waved goodbye to her groper, whistling a jaunty tune that drone theorists suggest contains an unscrambled message from the afterlife