The Old Geezers: An Anthology of Filth - All the Stories, All The Sex

By Rebecca Ryatt

From the first words it was totally sexy action ... you actually imagine that you are taking part or watching — LES, EBOOK READER

Rebecca Ryatt puts you in the story, making you feel like it's happening to you. Once I started I didn't want to put it down. She's that good — RICHARD REEVES, EBOOK READER

YOU'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR A YOUNG-AND-OLD COLLECTION - AND HERE IT IS!
18 HOT TALES OF ELDERLY MEN GETTING LUCKY WITH HOT GIRLS FOR YOU TO ENJOY!

From the filthy imagination of Rebecca Ryatt comes a bunch of sex-packed stories of gorgeous young babes putting wrinkly old fogeys through some very dirty mattress action.

WARNING: These stories are dirty and are only suitable for adult readers. The characters featured are all over the age of 18 and are consenting adults. If you like young-and-old erotica, this is the collection for you.

WHAT YOU’LL GET WHEN YOU BUY THIS COLLECTION:
OLD BILL’S YOUNGER MODEL
THE SEX WORKOUT
PRESCRIPTION: SEX
ARIANA AND THE ELDERLY VICARS
THE GROOM’S GRANDPA
SCORING WITH SHYLA
SINK THE PINK
HER GRANDAD’S DRINKING BUDDY... AND THREE OF HIS MATES
THE DRIVING LESSON
THE OLD MAN AT NO. SIXTY-NINE
OLD VICAR, HOT BRIDE
THREE CHRISTMAS CRACKERS (Santa’s Horny Helper; Holly’s Hot For Santa; Sluts For Santa’s Elf)
A TREAT IN TEXAS
THE AWAKENING OF EMILY: ON DOCTOR’S ORDERS
BED THE ELDERLY
EXTRA HELPINGS

Buy it now if you're into older men/younger women, and check out more of Rebecca’s stories – including her Older Women collections and her guide to help you write your erotic story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Ryatt
• Release date: Oct 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463524299

Rebecca Ryatt

Rebecca Ryatt is a prolific author of erotica. Although primarily a writer of fiction, she has also published a how-to guide for would-be erotica authors called You Can Write Erotic Fiction: How To Build Your Sexy Story With 9 Secret Beats. Formerly a journalist, she has also done her fair share of other jobs including fruit picker and shelf stacker. She also plays the piano and performed as a singer-songwriter for a while. Writing at her kitchen table while drinking a cup of coffee, she loves to hear from her readers and can be contacted on Twitter @rebeccaryatt.

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Praise for Rebecca Ryatt

Rebecca Ryatt is a superb author—Amazon Reviewer

Just dirty... that is how I like it!—Amazon Reviewer

Detailed, well-written, and careful to hit all the themes that really turn me on about this genre—BuckBuck2, Amazon

For those who enjoy this particular fetish (old man/young girl), this will be a great read. I think the author is a skilled writer, I've read some of her other stories and I think they're well written and very sexy—Amazon Reviewer

Rebecca Ryatt puts you in the story, making you feel like it's happening to you. Once I started I didn't want to put it down. She's that good—Richard Reeves, Amazon

Copyright © 2015 by Rebecca Ryatt

All rights reserved.

No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

Warning

These stories are only suitable for adults. They contain graphic descriptions of sex acts between older men and younger women. All the intercourse is consensual and features adults over the age of 18.

Contents

1. Old Bill's Younger Model

2. The Sex Workout

3. Prescription:Sex

4. Ariana the Elderly Vicars

5. The Groom's Grandpa

6. Scoring With Shyla

7. Sink the Pink

8. Her Grandad's Drinking Buddy.. and Three of his Mates

9. The Driving Lesson

10. The Old Man at No. 69

11. Old Vicar, Hot Bride

12. Three Christmas Crackers

13. A Treat in Texas

14. The Awakening of Emily: On Doctor's Orders

15. Bed the Elderly

16. Extra Helpings

Also by Rebecca Ryatt

About the Author

Old Bill's Younger Model

SHE was a real hottie. Bill Rigby’s grandson Sam had done well for himself.

The lad’s new girlfriend was a stunning auburn-haired beauty. She was tall and curvaceous; great boobs, narrow waist, and shapely hips and ass – just like Bill liked them. She was 22, the same age as sam.

Just a few years younger than me, Bill thought to himself with a smile.

True enough: the old fellow was 79. But he was still as randy as ever. Unfortunately, he didn’t get much action these days, though it wasn’t for the want of trying.

He had asked a few women out on dates, and they’d happily gone for a drink with him. But once he made lewd suggestions, they exited sharply. Most of them were in their 60s and 70s.

What he really fancied was a hot young thing, just like Sam’s new babe. She was called Tasha. Apparently she’d done some modelling. It didn’t surprise Bill. He studied her body carefully.

Do you like her, Grandad? said Sam, showing Bill the girl’s photo.

She a looker, lad.

She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever dated.

Where did you meet her, son?

At a club, said Sam.

Your mum and dad met her yet?

They have…

You sound a bit worried, son.

Well, you know mum and dad. They’re prudes, aren’t they.

What’s that got to do with it?

You see, Grandad, Tasha’s some, some… well… I don’t know how to put it…

Spit it out, lad.

Underwear modelling.

Bill felt something stir deep inside him.

Has she now? he said.

And mum and dad, you know, they judge her for that.

Bit narrow minded of them. Anyway, why are you telling me, lad?

Sam blushed. You see, Grandad, it’s quite awkward for us to… you know… we only get a few opportunities to… you know… she lives with her mum, and, well, there’s my mum and dad…

What’s your plan, lad?

My plan was to ask you if… if we… me and Tasha… we could… could stay here tomorrow night in the… the spare bedroom… together.

Of course you can, my boy. I’ll even supply the condoms.

Sam went even redder. Well, we’re actually trying for a baby.

Are you, lad?

Trying, but not having much luck. I thought I’d have your genes, Gramps – you know, six kids.

"Keep trying, Sam. I’m sure it’ll be fine.

There’s one more thing.

Go on.

Well, could Tasha stay here tonight? You see, I’m going on a stag do. I really don’t want to but I’m the best man. We’re away overnight. I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon. I’d just like you to get to know Tasha.

Bill shuddered pleasantly. Yes, I’d like that, son, he said.

OK, thanks so much. I have to get to work now, but we’ll come by around seven.

By the time 7pm came round, Bill was in quite a state. He had taken on board his grandson’s information about Tasha being a model. So using his newly acquired computer skills, Bill went online that day to find a bit more about the girl – and what he found had him in erotic palpitations all afternoon.

Tasha was truly stunning. The photos Bill found of her online showed off her figure wonderfully. Shoulder-length auburn hair framed the most beautiful face Bill had seen. In every photo, her green eyes sparkled from beneath those sexy, fluttering eyelashes. Her full red lips were either flashing a lovely, white smile, or they were pouting seductively. Her body in some of the lingerie was astonishing. Bill stared at her tits and her long, shapely legs, her perfectly round bottom.

He groaned and his old cock came to life, swelling rapidly. He started to jerk off while staring at a photo of Tasha in black lingerie, looking hot. He was reaching a climax. He shuddered, the chair creaking beneath him, his eyes watering. His cum was going to spurt out all over the computer screen, all over Tasha’s lovely tits.

The doorbell rang.

Bill froze. He yelled out, desperate to ejaculate, but desperate to hold it in.

He glanced quickly at the clock. It was 6.55pm. Where had the day gone? The day had gone, he he answered himself, staring at photos of his grandson’s girlfriend online.

Bill gritted his teeth. His erection was sensitive. He pulled up his tracksuit bottoms. He was still hard. How was he going to hide that fact?

Down, for Christ’s sake, he said to his penis. Jesus, that was bad timing.

Still light-headed from his near climax, Bill tottered downstairs. He opened the front door and Sam stood there with the beautiful young woman Bill recognized as Tasha. She lit up the night. She was stunning. Bill heard violins and felt a pleasing sensation in his loins.

He was wearing a pyjama top and his tracksuit bottoms, and he’d not put his teeth in.

I’m a bloody mess, he said apologetically as he ushered them inside.

That’s all right, said the lovely Tasha, flashing a brilliant white smile. I like to be in my PJs or a little nightie at this time of evening too, all ready for beddie-byes.

Bill’s cock pulsed as the thought of Tasha in a little nightie that barely covered her breasts and her bottom.

So, Grandpa, said Sam, meet Tasha.

Hi, she squeaked and threw herself at Bill, hugging him. She had to bend down a little because she was taller than him, particularly in her high-heeled boots. Her perfume was overwhelming, and her silky hair brushed Bill’s cheek. But best of all, she pressed her boobs against his chest.

Can I call you Grandpa? she said.

You call me whatever you like, love, said Bill.

Tasha was wearing a roll-neck sweater and skinny jeans that accentuated her wonderful figure. Bill couldn’t keep his eyes off her while they had a cup of tea and a chat. Tasha asked if she could have a bath because she had a photo-shoot the following morning, and Bill said it was fine.

Sam showed his girlfriend upstairs and they were gone far longer than it took to say, Here’s our room, and There’s the bathroom.

When he came down stairs, Sam looked flushed.

Nice blow job, son? said Bill.

The young man belted out an awkward laugh. She’s... she’s really hot, Grandpa.

Very hot, son.

I’m glad you like her.

Oh I do.

Sorry I have to leave tonight, but I hope you two will get on.

I hope so too, Sam.

Ta, Grandpa.

With that Sam left to go to the stag do. Bill sat in his armchair and blew air out of his cheeks. He stared up at the ceiling and imagined Tasha in the bath, soaping her sexy body, washing those tits, stroking her pussy.

He groaned. His cock twitched. His erection was agonizingly delicious. It felt as if his whole body was trying to push itself out through his foreskin. He was desperate to stick his old todger in a hot snatch and pump all the jism from his elderly balls.

Bloody hell, he said.

His cock stuck up like a pole in his tracksuit pants. There was no hiding it. He was desperate for a wank. But how could he with his grandson’s girlfriend in the house?

He tried to relax. After about 10 minutes of trying to calm down and not think of Tasha naked in the bath, he heard her coming down stairs.

Having managed to control his excitement, the very thought of being in the same room as her set Bill off again. He was trying to restrain himself when she sashayed into the living room.

Hello, Grandpa, she said cheerily.

Bill nearly gagged. She looked breathtaking. She wore a pink, silk robe. On her feet she had black high heels. A towel, which looked like an African headdress, was wrapped around her head.

I had such a lovely bath, she said. I’m clean all over now. Can I sit down?

Y-yes, of-of course, Bill stuttered.

Tasha threw herself on the second armchair. She elegantly flung her legs over the side. Her robe dropped away to display the full glory her legs in black hold-up stockings. Her legs were long and toned, and the stockings accentuated them.

Why the heck is she wearing stockings if not to turn me on? he thought.

Bill squirmed with erotic intensity. His balls ached and his belly was churning.

Best legs I’ve ever seen, he thought.

Pardon? said Tasha.

What? Oh! Nothing, love.

Had he just said that about her legs out loud? He felt himself go very red – and Bill rarely, if ever, blushed. His skin itched and his arthritis was playing up.

Tasha was reading a magazine and blowing gently on her fingers to dry her crimson nail varnish.

Bill was staring at her, and suddenly he felt drowsy. The lust was like a drug that caused him to lose control of his senses.

Tasha sat up straight and looked at him. Her robe loosened to reveal her deep, alluring cleavage. She flipped the hem back so her stocking-clad legs were displayed. She pouted and said, Your cock looks like it needs a little attention, Grandpa.

Bill groaned and writhed. Was this happening? Was it for real? Had this stunningly beautiful young woman just made a pass at him?

You want to take a look, nurse? he grunted.

He unbuttoned his PJs and pushed down his tracksuit bottoms.

Tasha stood up with a sultry look on her face. Her robe was loose. Just a tug on the belt and it would come undone, and her hot body would be on show. The thought made Bill stroke his erection. It wouldn’t be long now before he could spill out all that tension.

Ooo, you are such a dirty old grandpa, she purred.

She sashayed over to him and sat sexily on the arm of the chair. She was the most desirable woman Bill had ever known. She reached slowly for his cock, and Bill was panting wildly.

I’m going to have to fuck and suck all that spunk from your old balls, aren’t I, Grandpa, she crooned.

Yes you are, darling, he croaked.

A scream made Bill jump out of his skin.

He blinked rapidly. The first thing he noticed when his eyes grew accustomed to his surroundings again was that he was naked – he remembered unbuttoning his PJs and whipping down his pants. But then he saw that Tasha was not perched next to him on the chair, reaching for his ageing dick. She was still sitting in her own chair, the robe pulled tightly around her, a look of horror on her face.

What are you doing? she squealed. Oh God! Oh God, you dirty old man. Ugh! Ugh! Put it away!

I... I... but... said Bill, confused by what was going on.

You just stripped off and talked dirty, she said.

The horror of it knotted Bill’s stomach: he’d been fantasizing.

Oh my God! cried Tasha and leapt to her feet.

He thought she was going to rush upstairs or even ring the police. But instead she stared at him with her brow furrowed, her eyes raking over his old body. She licked her lips.

I... I never knew old... old men could... could get so hard, she said dreamily.

Bill got a jolt of confidence – and he went with it: Oh yes, love, but only when there’s a really gorgeous girl around. And what the hell did you expect, wearing heels and stockings?

Well, I was just trying them on for the shoot tomorrow. I… I didn’t think you’d mind.

I bloody don’t mind one bit, love.

I… I never thought it would… would affect you… quite like that, she said, indicating his erection.

As you see, it has – and it’s all your fault, he chuckled.

It’s so red and thick, and look at those veins, and all the ridges. It so... weird compared to your... your wrinkly old body.

She took a step toward him.

Bill was quivering with excitement. The erection, which had started to wilt, was swelling again. Blood throbbed through his prick.

Tasha let her arms drop from the front of the robe. She obviously felt she didn’t need to hold it tightly shut anymore. The garment loosened slightly.

Look at your wrinkly old body, all those liver spots and... and, oh, so saggy and skinny, little wisps of hair, she said, touching her throat. It’s so dirty seeing a geriatric man naked. Oh God, look at your balls, they’re huge.

Full of cum, darling, he cackled. Swimming in the stuff.

Sam says you’ve got six kids, she said, staring hard into his face.

That’s right.

Tasha smiled. I feel quite horny.

Bill dribbled. Fucking hell, you... you know what to... to do about that, darling. He dared to lean forward and reach for the belt of her robe. He watched her in case she pulled away or told him to stop. But she didn’t. She smiled. She gave him permission to undo the robe; she was going to let him see her. He pulled. The belt fell. The robe opened a little. Bill quaked. A volcano simmered in his belly.

Tasha loomed before Bill and swung a leg over him, so she stood astride the old man. Her robe swished. He saw legs and stocking tops and belly and breasts, and he bucked with desire.

I’m going to have grandpa cum for tea, she said, and deliciously fully opened her robe.

Oh my Christ! hissed Bill.

Her breasts were beautiful, and quivered slightly as she displayed them. Her nipples were erect. Between her legs she had a strip of neatly trimmed dark hair. Her body glistened.

Pouting lustily, she reached down for Bill’s cock.

Oh fuck! he cried as her soft, delicate fingers closed around his pensioner prick.

Ooo, such a big cock for an OAP, she cooed, stroking the penis gently, and grinding herself. Am I going to get grandpa sex tonight?

Oh fuck, yes, he assured her.

He bucked and groaned as Tasha writhed sexily and tugged on his senior citizen shaft. Her tits swayed and her hips tilted, thrusting forward, back, side to side. Her robe flapped delectably as she pole danced on his prick. She pouted and purred as she played with Bill’s cock, cupping her breasts with her other hand. Bill gurgled, and spit oozed down his chin. His belly rolled violently. He was not so far away from ejaculating.

Tasha squatted next to him now. Her robe brushed his legs. I’m going to suck your ancient dick, now, she said. I wonder what old-aged pensioner prick tastes like in my hot, young mouth?

She ran her tongue along his shaft, from balls to tip.

Bill cried out and thrusted his hips off the chair. He was in a desperate state.

With her eyelashes fluttering and her green eyes fixed on his face, Tasha probed Bill’s meatus with her tongue. She flicked it over the gash at the tip of his dick. She tried to push it inside, teasing his sensitive glans.

He groaned wildly. A fire raced through his veins. He was itching all over, his skin tingling.

Mmmm, all you geriatric jism is going to explode out of this little hole isn’t it, Grandpa Bill, she purred before licking the slit again.

Tasha cupped his old balls in her hand and fondled them. She took the glans between her lips.

Bill’s mouth opened wide in a moan of ecstasy. Tasha started to suck on his cock, slurping noisily as she slid her lips up and down the shaft. She buried her face in his grey pubic hair, the tip of his prick nudging her tonsils.

Holy shit, he cried.

Spit oozed from between Tasha’s lips as she sucked, and soon Bill’s cock was glistening with saliva. Her head bobbed back and forth in his lap. Her towel headdress stayed in place – something Bill was finding hard to do in the chair. He was bucking and writhing. His heart punched against his ribs. Sweat soaked his body.

Tasha sprang to her feet, her tits rolling.

She gazed lustily at Bill, her mouth open, her eyes narrow. She cupped her breasts for him and said, Will you fuck me now, Grandpa Bill? Fuck my hot, young body with your old man cock?

Jesus, yes, I’ll fuck you, doll, he said, his voice shaking.

Tasha straddled him. She took his cock in her hand.

I’m going to sit on your dick and ride you like a Grandpa Slut, she moaned, writhing and stroking Bill’s erection.

The sexy girl lowered herself onto his penis. He grabbed her hips. Her skin was soft and warm. He ran his hands down her thighs, feeling the silk of her stockings, then back up to her hips. Bill watched as his glans disappeared up into Tasha’s snatch. He felt himself enter her tight, wet cunt. He moaned with excitement as his penis was buried in her pussy. She was hot, and she clenched her vaginal muscles around his cock. She sat on him so he was fully inside her. Tasha cried out lustily and squeezed her tits.

Oh yes, I’m fucking fossil cock, she yelled. Give me dirty sex, you wrinkly old pervert.

She slid up and down on Bill’s cock wildly. He moaned at the sensation of her cunt, hot and wet, on his prick, her lovely body writhing violently. She moaned and shrieked, spitting out a fair lashing of dirty talk while having sex with her boyfriend’s grandad.

Bill tried his best to hold on to her hips, but she was almost uncontrollable in her lust. She rode him roughly. Bill reached up and groped her bouncing boobs. They were hot and firm in his bony old hands.

Yes, yes, squeeze my tits, you dirty old man, she cried.

Slurping noises came from their conjoined private parts as old cock fucked young cunt. Bill’s balls boiled with sperm. He felt the tension rise in his abdomen. His body was screaming for release. It was as if there was a volcano in his belly, ready to erupt.

He pressed his gums together and groaned, trying to delay the inevitable, but desperately wanting the sensation of ejaculation.

Tasha rode him. She threw herself forward, her tits pressing hotly into his scrawny chest. He moaned at the wonder of her skin against him.

Oh yes, yes, oh yes, fuck me, Grandpa, she shrieked. Fill my womb with your hot, old sperm. Fertilize me with your geriatric jism. Give me babies. Make me pregnant with your grandad goo. Yes! Yes!

Bill was dribbling. He was trying to cry out, but he could produce no noise at all. His old body was wracked with pleasure. He had never felt anything like this.

Tasha screamed, her hot body fucking him. The armchair creaked violently. Bill finally found his voice and let out a desperate moan. The volcano was going to explode. Searing hot liquid surged up inside his prick.

Oh fuck, fuck! he yelled.

Yes! Yes! I’m cumming on old cock, cried Tasha, still riding, still nailing herself on Bill’s near-to-bursting penis.

Bill bucked and shouted out as the ecstatic fire of orgasm burnt his dick and sent wave after wave of lust through his body. Fiery semen jetted from his meatus, drenching Tasha’s eager vagina.

Oh, wrinkly wank juice, she moaned. I can feel it all slimy and ageing inside me, oh yes!

Argh! Argh! croaked Bill as he jerked more cum inside Tasha’s gorgeous body, piping the cock milk into her uterus. The insemination fluid flooded her womb.

Oh I’m going to get pregnant from pensioner prick, she moaned as her own juices mingled with Bill’s discharge.

Tasha gasped and lay against Bill. Their bodies were hot and sweaty. Bill smelled her odour. He ran his hands up and down her smooth, warm back, beneath the robe. He was utterly drained. He felt as if every drop of fluid had been tapped from his body.

Tasha, her hot, firm body glistening, smiled.

Mmmm, Grandpa Bill, you really know how to fuck, she purred.

She climbed off him. His cock slid out of her wetly. It was shrunken now, but it still tingled, and was damp from her juices.

I came on your cock, said Tasha, sitting on the arm of the chair. Your cum is in my womb. I can feel it in there, your thick, old seed sloshing about in my uterus, fertilizing me. Ooo, it’s so hot making babies with grandads.

Bill gaped up at her beautiful body.

Tasha went on, I know you are quite old, Grandpa Bill, I don’t mean to be rude, but you are...

Yes, love. I’m seventy-nine.

Wow! Did I just fuck a seventy-nine-year-old?

You did, darling, he said, groping her breast.

I know you are quite old, but do you think you can get hard again because I’m still horny?

Help me upstairs, darling, and I’ll see what I can do.

Tasha, her robe swishing around her, helped Bill upstairs, with one hand on his shoulder and the other cupping his testicles. Bill grabbed her firm, smooth bum and had a good feel. Her silky stocking brushed his thigh.

Is this helpful, Grandpa? she said, smiling.

It certainly was.

Tasha was taller than Bill, especially in her high heels. Her boobs quivered deliciously as the odd couple made their way up the stairs. As she fondled his balls, Bill sensed a stirring deep inside him that was familiar and pleasing.

When they got to Bill’s bedroom Tasha commented, You do have really big balls, Grandpa Bill. Is that an old man thing? I think I’m going to have to suck on your scrotum, do you mind?

He gurgled as a smiling Tasha squatted before him. She held up Bill’s shrunken old dick and dipped her head between his legs to give his testicles a lick. He squirmed with delight. Tasha took his scrotum in her mouth and swished his balls around her tongue, moaning as she did so. Bill groaned, which brought a smile to Tasha’s face, despite the fact her lips were wrapped around his bollocks.

Bill’s cock was stirring again. The delicious tension that preceded an orgasm was building once more.

Tasha began to tug at his limp old shaft, encouraging it to erection – and the promise of her hot, young body inspired some enthusiasm in the elderly manhood.

Bill croaked. He was growing dizzy with lust. He needed to sit down. Tasha took the towel off her head and whipped her auburn hair back and forth. It was dry by now. Strands hung down her face, which made her look even more alluring. Bill could smell the coconut shampoo she had used earlier. She stood slowly from her squatting position, her tits brushing along Bill’s body. She pressed against him and took his cock in hand.

Shall we get on the bed? she breathed hotly in his face.

Bill staggered backwards and fell on the bed. Tasha strutted sexily towards him, her robe fluttering. Bill lay back and Tasha went on all fours next to him. She bent her head and immediately went to work on his cock, sucking it in a determined fashion. She was making a lot of noise, and she maintained eye contact with Bill while she fellated him. He groped her lovely breasts. He ran a hand down her back, beneath the silky robe, and caressed her peach-perfect bottom. She wiggled it for him, delighting in his touch, quite obviously. Bill slipped his hand between her thighs and Tasha parted them slightly to allow him better access. She groaned when he touched her cunt. He stroked the wetness with his finger. It encouraged Tasha to suck even harder on his prick. Bill clenched his jaw. The tension was overwhelming now. He fingered Tasha, sliding into her slippery snatch. She writhed with pleasure.

His cock was, by now, miraculously hard.

Tasha swung her leg over Bill and sat on his face. He groaned as he grabbed her toned bum and smelled her sex.

Lick my cunt, you dirty old grandad, she gasped, before returning to her sucking duties.

Her pussy was drenched. Juice seeped from her, and Bill lapped it up eagerly. He tongued her clit and was rewarded with a groan from the sexy girl. Old Bill gamahuched the younger woman enthusiastically. He lathered her juices all across his mouth and chin. He probed the entrance to her body with his tongue, pushing the tip inside. She shouted her approval. Bill visited her clitoris again, flicking the little bud with his tongue. She was writhing wildly.

Oh you naughty pensioner, licking my cunt, she moaned. Oh, Grandad Bill, I’ve made your cock sex-ready again. Oh yes! It’s ready for my sex! Ready for my hot, wet honeypot. Are you ready to fuck my hot, wet honeypot again, you fucking naughty geriatric?

Was he ever.

Tasha threw herself back on the bed and spread her stocking-clad legs. Her cunt was at his mercy, pink and wet and open.

Tasha begged him for sex. She writhed on his bed. Her hair fanned out. Her beautiful face glistened with sweat. Her perfect breasts trembled lusciously.

Spunk that thick, old jism into my juice box, Grandpa, she purred. Hot, thick, slimy senior citizen semen in my baby hole, oh yeah…

Bill was in a state. His heart thundered. He panted for breath. His groin was wet with her spit. He was very hard, thanks to her efforts, so she deserved a vigorous pumping.

He scrabbled between her open thighs, whimpering with excitement at the prospect of fucking this hot, young babe again – a hot, young babe nearly sixty years his junior.