Shivers of excitement went down his spine. Her wrinkly hands stroked his tights gently. Her fingers started to enter his shorts, searching for his beef whistle. When she grabbed his Cum Gun, he moaned quietly.
''I like it rough Minerva''.
A lustful smile appeared on her face. She tightened her fingers, slightly moving up and down his limb flesh flute. He snapped his head back, looking up to the ceiling. His eyes were closed, he was biting his lips and digged his fingers into his fluffy, white blanket.
''Do you want granny to be proud? ''she whispered.
''Yes''.
''Then cum in my face''!
It only took him a moment to do what Minerva asked for. His milk shot all over her saggy face.
Ron jumped up. Sweat all over him.
His shorts were wet and his pleasure bone was still hard.
"Shit. What a wild pussy."
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