Motel proprietor fucks ager renting the room and cums in her mouth

Title: “Dirty Deed at Daisy’s Den: Grandpa Checks In, Teen Leaves Exchanging Juices”

The motorized whirring of the keycard slot lastly clicks, and the aged door groans open, permitting grandpa Jack entrance to Room 12. He friends into the shadowed area earlier than flicking on the sunshine, revealing a younger, barely authorized teen named Stacy reclining on the worn floral bedspread. She appears to be like up from her cellphone with a mischievous glint in her eyes, hardly shocked at her surprising visitor.

“So, uh…the motel owner sent you over?” she asks, stretching like a lazy cat.

“Sure did, sweetheart. Said you folks got yourselves a bit of a situation here,” Jack drawls, leaning towards the doorframe. He’s adorned in a sweaty wife-beater that adheres to his leathery pores and skin, and stained overalls that hug his sausage-like fingers.

Stacy chuckles, swinging her legs over the sting of the mattress. She’s clad in a barely-there band tee, cutoff shorts, and extra pussy than pep. Her nipples tents the worn cloth, saying her rising pleasure. A small tattoo of Mystic Pizza’s sausage slice adorns her interior thigh as a sick tribute to her career and passions.

“Well, Mr. Motel Man said you were the guy who could ‘fix’ things, especially trouble-making girls who don’t pay their tabs on time,” she purrs, standing as much as reveal the ripeeye of her barely-there booty shorts. The crotch is damp together with her impending juices. “Guess that makes you the delivery dude, huh?”

Jack nods, contesting the oral supply she’s implying along with his crooked grin. “I’ve been making deposits for young’uns like you for years, sweetheart. Consider me the UPS of pleasure.”

With that, he lumbers across the room, drawing the blinds with out muttering a phrase. Stacy grins, watching him shed his overalls to disclose the mammalian bulk of his outdated man physique. The sausage fest cheese stuffing his wrinkly underwear solely hardens her clit.

“Now then,” he begins, “let’s talk about this here delinquency. See, I don’t take kindly to slackers not paying their way.” He reaches into his wife-beater, pulling on a nipples size penis so onerous it appears to be like prefer it may pores and skin a moose. “I need to make sure you understand the situation.”

“Totally, Jack. Education is key,” Stacy cheers, skipping over, and dropping to her knees. “Now, let’s see if this old undercover cop can handle a little youthful activism!”

With that, she yanks down his skivvies, releasing a lower than mighty Glengarry et cetera. It flops round likeraw spaghetti, making her giggle. “Hah! Silly soldier! You’ll have to demonstrate real purpose for punishments if you want me to hand over the right payment.”

“Oh you’ll hand it over alright, young lady!” he snaps, grabbing a fistful of her neon hair and forcing her mouth round his outdated pole. “You’ll take the whole damn shebang, like a good cum-spit!”

The copiously drooling parenthesis of Stacy’s mouth turns his man instrument plump, like a scorching canine moments from stopping 69 holes. Stacy gurgles her settlement, slurping the veiny hippopotamus from balls to crown.

“That’s it! Take your medicine, little girl! Show me how sorry you are for disrespecting me!” he barks, inflaming their bond along with his Makin’ It Rain tang of rotten tobacco.

Stacy moans, turning her tongue right into a raging tongue twister. Her pussy juices fill her shorts like lemonade at a scorching pocket, driving her wild with want. Her must bathe Jack within the spit-roast of his life.

“That’s it! Make mommy proud!” he grunts as she sucks him deep, “Gobble it up!”

Stacy moans a sexy consent, thanking her meat trainer for lessoning her how the outdated guard works. The ground’s a ruination of utilized suction, twisted hair, and muttered oral guarantees of juicy justice.

Jack’s stomach, as ballooning as a ravenous man at a thanksgiving buffet, undulates with every thrust. His toes curl on the luxurious suction, the thick muff granny lick spurting from between her lips. His sausage stalks liquid freedom, swelling with Regulation 69 vitriol.

“Here it comes, baby! Get ready to receive my citizen complaint!” he bellows, giving her thoughts its personal world broad internet. The freedom puppet of his balls smacks her chin, declaring its climax.

With a guttural gag, Stacy takes all of it. Every. Last. Drop. Eyexplots her oatmeal of spunk, swallowing and milking his mushroom of madmans for all its value. The squirt riot of his nut rivulets fill her to the brim, her stomach ballooning in reply.

When it is lastly over, Jack surveys his cumcussation, an enormous grin on his sweat-glazed face. “Looks like the deputy morning wood finally got his!”

“Uh-huh,” Stacy replies, by means of a mouth of child gravy. “Should satisfy the motel’s owner for a few more middle-of-the-night visits, I think…”