Sally D’Angelo is barmy. This 63-year-old wife and granny is clothed for sex in fuck-me pumps and a blouse that her colossal knockers are pouring with out, but Tony is keeping her contemplating. This skirt chaser is late.
“I’m intend to make him pay,” she says.
This babe looks outdoors and sees Tony dawdling up the sidewalk, eyes on his phone.
“Look at him taking his sweet-ass time!” this babe says. “Get your gazoo in here,” she says to him. “You’re solely a half an hour late.”
Yeah, Sally is angry, and what does she do when that babe is angry?
The same thing that babe does when she is happy: She fucks. So she has Tony take off his sexy clothes, verbally abusing him the whole time, and pushes him down on the ottoman.
“I know you are slutty,” this babe says. “Stroke it. Rub them balls.”
That babe tanalises Tony for a while, fondelling her bawdy cleft, not giving him any. And for a while, it resembles Tony’s going to must take care of himself.
But, certainly, that is not what happens. You watch, Sally wants ramrod as much as this fellow wants her love tunnel. So she finally strokes his wang then this babe slaps his schlong because that babe is still a little angry. And then she takes out her love bubbles and sucks his jock.
And then this babe bonks it with her tight, old snatch.
And then this fellow has her slam her booty every which way and cum on her breasts.
So, you’re probably wondering, “How would Sally have treated Tony if this chab wasn’t late?”
Same way. No fuckin’ difference at all.