Old lady

A male 23 year old and 57 year old female

Ohhh fuck yes, baby… come here, claim what's yours.

I'm already on all fours for you, face down on the bed, knees spread wide like the desperate little whore I am. My hands reach back, fingers digging into these thick, soft cheeks—spreading them slow and wide for you. Look at it… that tight, puckered hole twitching already, begging for your girthy five inches. It's glistening from how wet you've got me just thinking about it, dripping down my thighs like I've been edged for hours.

"Mmmph… please… stretch me with that fat cock, baby. I've been such a needy slut waiting for you."

You line up, press the thick head right against my asshole—hot, slick, pulsing. One slow push and the head pops past the ring with that wet *pop* sound that makes me whimper. I arch deeper, ass up higher, cheeks still spread by my own hands so you can watch every inch disappear.

"Fuck—yes—push it in deeper, baby… fill this whore ass…"

You don't hold back. You slam in balls-deep in one rough thrust—five thick inches buried to the hilt. My hole grips you like a vice, fluttering around your girth, trying to pull you even deeper. I cry out loud, voice breaking:

"OHHH GOD—FUCK—it's so thick… stretching me so good… don't stop—pound me—"

You start jackhammering—hard, fast, relentless. Every thrust makes my heavy cheeks clap together—loud, wet *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*—the sound echoing off the walls like filthy applause. My ass ripples with each impact, fat jiggling wildly, waves rolling through the soft flesh. Your balls slap against my soaked pussy below—*smack smack smack*—mixing with the obscene sucking noises my hole makes every time you pull back almost all the way out, then ram back in.

"SHIT—YES—HARDER—fuck this dirty whore ass—make it clap louder—"

I'm moaning like a bitch in heat now, voice wrecked, glasses fogging up if I even had them on. My whole body shakes—thighs trembling, back arched so deep my tits drag on the sheets. Every brutal thrust punches a groan out of me:

"Unnngh—fuck—deeper—claim it—own this fat ass—"

You grip my hips, fingers sinking into the soft rolls, thumbs pressing into those dimples, using me like your personal fucktoy. The clapping gets wetter, sloppier—sweat and slick coating everything. My hole's stretched wide around your girth, fluttering, clenching, milking you with every stroke.

"Ohhh fuck—I'm gonna cum just from your cock in my ass—don't stop—nut deep—fill this whore up—"

You pound faster—three, four thrusts a second—cheeks bouncing, rippling, clapping so hard it sounds like thunder. I scream your name, body convulsing as my orgasm hits—ass spasming tight around you, trying to squeeze every drop.

"CUM IN ME—FLOOD MY ASS—MAKE ME YOUR CUMDUMP—"

You bury deep one last time and unload—hot, thick pulses shooting inside me, filling my guts while I whimper and shake, hole pulsing around every spurt, milking you dry.

I collapse forward, panting, ass still up, cheeks red and trembling, your cum slowly leaking out of my wrecked hole.

"Mmm… thank you, baby… your whore's all full and claimed now… use me again whenever you want."

Ohhh fuck yes, baby… use me like the filthy whore I am.

I'm already on my knees in front of you, looking up with wide, needy eyes, mouth open and tongue out like a good little slut waiting for her treat. My hands are behind my back, tits pushed forward, drool already starting to leak from the corner of my lips because I know what's coming.

You grab a fistful of my hair—tight, no mercy—and yank my head forward. The thick head of your girthy five-inch cock slaps against my tongue once, twice, smearing precum across my lips.

"Mmmph… please… fuck my throat raw, baby…"

You don't wait. You shove in hard—balls-deep on the first thrust. My lips stretch wide around your girth, cheeks hollowing as you bury yourself to the hilt. I gag instantly—loud, wet *GLUCK GLUCK*—throat convulsing around you, eyes watering behind my lashes. Tears spill down my cheeks but I don't pull back. I push forward instead, nose pressing into your pubes, choking myself on your cock like the desperate cock-hungry whore I am.

You start thrusting—rough, fast, relentless. Every pump makes my throat bulge visibly, spit bubbling out around your shaft, dripping down my chin in thick strings. The wet, sloppy sounds fill the room: *GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK*—gagging, slurping, choking—mixed with my muffled moans vibrating around your length.

"Fuck—take it—take every inch down your slut throat—"

You grip my head with both hands now, using my mouth like a tight, warm fucktoy. You piston in and out—deep, punishing strokes—pulling almost all the way out so just the head rests on my tongue, then slamming back in until my nose mashes against you again. My throat spasms with every brutal thrust, milking you, squeezing you like it's trying to suck the cum right out of you.

I’m drooling everywhere—spit running down my neck, soaking my tits, pooling on the floor between my knees. My makeup’s running, eyes red and glassy, but I keep looking up at you—begging with my gaze even as I choke: *more, harder, ruin me*.

You speed up—fucking my face faster, hips snapping forward, balls slapping wetly against my chin—*slap slap slap*. My gags turn into wet, broken whimpers, throat raw and abused, but I’m grinding my thighs together, pussy dripping untouched because getting face-fucked like this has me soaked.

"Gluck—mmph—fuck—cum—cum down my throat—please—fill your whore—"

You growl, bury yourself balls-deep one last time, and explode—hot, thick ropes shooting straight down my throat. I swallow greedily around you, gulping every pulse, milking you dry while my throat flutters and convulses. Some leaks out the corners of my mouth anyway, dripping down my chin as you keep twitching inside me.

Finally you pull out slow—cock glistening with my spit and your cum, strings connecting the head to my swollen lips. I gasp for air, coughing, chest heaving, but I lean forward and lick you clean—slow, worshipful laps—tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, sucking the last drops out like a good girl.

I look up at you, face a wrecked mess—spit-slick, tear-streaked, lips puffy and red—smiling like the satisfied slut I am.

"Mmm… thank you for using my throat, baby… your cum tastes so good sliding down… want to go again? Or should I bend over and spread for round two?"

Your move, owner… what’s next?

Ohhh fuck yes, baby… tie me up and ruin me.

You drag me to the bed, wrists already bound tight with whatever you grabbed—soft rope, your belt, doesn’t matter. I don’t fight it. I let you spread my arms wide, loop the ties around the headboard posts, pull them snug until my shoulders arch and my tits lift high. My legs? You yank them apart next, ankles secured to the footboard, knees bent, thighs splayed open like I’m on display just for you. I’m completely helpless—pussy already swollen and dripping, clit throbbing, hole clenching on nothing because I know what’s coming.

I look up at you through half-lidded eyes, biting my lip, voice low and wrecked:

“Please… tie me down and fuck me stupid, owner… I’m your whore—use this pussy however you want…”

You climb between my spread thighs, cock still rock-hard and glistening from my throat earlier. You don’t tease. You line up that thick five inches with my soaked entrance, rub the head once along my slit—coating yourself in my slick—then slam in balls-deep in one brutal thrust.

“FUCK—YES—!”

My whole body jolts against the restraints. The ropes bite into my wrists as I yank instinctively, back arching off the mattress, tits bouncing wildly. You bottom out hard—girth stretching me wide, filling every inch of my tight, greedy cunt. I can feel you throbbing inside me, pressing against that spot that makes my toes curl even with my ankles tied.

You don’t give me time to adjust. You start pounding—missionary, deep, relentless. Hips snapping forward like a machine: three hard thrusts per second, no mercy. Every stroke punches the air out of me in sharp, broken moans:

“OHHH—GOD—FUCK ME—HARDER—DEEPER—!”

The wet SCHLAP SCHLAP SCHLAP of your balls slapping my ass fills the room, mixing with the creak of the bedframe and my own desperate cries. My pussy grips you like a vice—sucking you back in every time you pull out almost to the tip, then SCHLAP when you ram home again. My thick thighs tremble against the ties, hips bucking up to meet you even though I can barely move. The ropes hold me open, helpless, perfect for you to drill into.

You lean down, weight pinning me, one hand gripping my throat just enough to make my pulse race, the other pinching and twisting my nipples until I whimper. Your mouth crashes against mine—rough, claiming—while you keep jackhammering my cunt, cock dragging along every sensitive ridge inside me.

“Take it—take every fucking inch—cum on this dick like the tied-up slut you are—”

I’m losing it already. My walls flutter, clench, spasm around your girth as the pressure builds fast. My moans turn into high, broken sobs:

“YES—YES—GONNA CUM—DON’T STOP—POUND ME—FILL ME—!”

You speed up—faster, deeper, hips slamming so hard the headboard bangs against the wall. My pussy clamps down hard as I shatter—screaming your name, body convulsing against the ropes, cunt pulsing and gushing around you, milking you in rhythmic waves. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes from how intense it is, but I keep begging through the aftershocks:

“Cum in me—please—breed this tied-up whore pussy—flood me deep—”

You growl, bury yourself to the hilt one last time, and explode—hot, thick ropes shooting inside me, painting my walls while I whimper and shake beneath you. Pulse after pulse, filling me until it’s leaking out around your cock, dripping down my ass crack onto the sheets.

You stay buried deep, breathing heavy, cock still twitching inside my wrecked, cum-stuffed pussy. My body’s trembling, ropes digging red marks into my skin, tits heaving with every ragged breath.

I look up at you—face flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy—and whisper hoarsely:

“Mmm… thank you for wrecking me, baby… your whore’s all tied up and full of your cum now… keep me like this… use me again whenever you’re ready…”

What do you do to your bound slut next, owner? Blowjob okay.

Ohhh fuck yes, baby… you made me your perfect little cocksucker, didn’t you?

I’m still tied to the bed from before—wrists raw from pulling against the ropes, legs spread wide, ankles locked to the posts, pussy leaking your cum in slow, thick drips down my ass crack onto the sheets. My chest heaves, tits rising and falling, nipples hard and aching from how rough you’ve been with them.

But you’re not done. You climb up over my bound body, knees straddling my chest, that thick, girthy five-inch cock—still slick and shiny from wrecking my cunt—hovering right over my face. It twitches, heavy with fresh need, a bead of precum already forming at the tip.

You grab my hair again, yank my head back so my throat opens wide, mouth forced open like the obedient whore I am.

“Open wider, slut. You’re gonna suck every last drop out of me.”

I moan around the command, tongue already darting out, desperate. You slap your cock against my lips once—wet thwack—then twice, smearing that salty precum across my tongue. Then you shove in—slow at first, letting me feel the stretch of my lips around your girth, the weight of you sliding over my tongue, filling my mouth completely.

“Mmmph—gluck—”

You don’t let me adjust. You start fucking my face—deep, steady thrusts, hips rolling forward until the head bumps the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicks in hard—loud, wet *GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK*—tears springing to my eyes instantly, spilling down my cheeks. Spit bubbles out around your shaft, runs in messy rivers down my chin, drips onto my tits below.

You grip the headboard for leverage, using my tied-up mouth like a warm, sloppy sleeve. Every thrust pushes deeper—nose mashed against your pubes, throat bulging visibly, choking sounds echoing in the room. My tongue flattens under you, swirling desperately, trying to please even as you ruin me.

“Fuck—suck it harder—milk me with that whore throat—”

I do. I hollow my cheeks, suck like my life depends on it, throat convulsing around every inch. The ropes creak as I strain against them, body arching, hips grinding uselessly against nothing because I’m so fucking turned on from being used like this. My pussy clenches on empty air, more of your cum leaking out with every gag.

You speed up—faster, rougher—face-fucking me like you own every hole. Balls slap wetly against my chin—slap slap slap—spit flying, my moans muffled into broken, garbled whimpers around your cock.

“Gluck—mmph—yes—fuck my face—use your tied-up slut—”

You growl low, bury yourself balls-deep one final time, and unload—hot, thick spurts shooting straight down my throat. I swallow frantically, gulping around you, throat working to take every rope while my eyes roll back from the intensity. Some overflows anyway—spilling out the corners of my mouth, dripping down my neck in sticky trails.

You hold yourself there, twitching, letting me milk the last drops with my fluttering throat. Then you pull out slow—cock glistening with spit and cum, strings connecting the head to my swollen, puffy lips.

I gasp for air, coughing, chest heaving, face a total wreck—tears, spit, mascara streaks, lips red and bruised. But I look up at you with glassy, worshipful eyes and whisper hoarsely:

“Mmm… thank you for feeding your whore, baby… your cum’s so thick sliding down my throat… I’m all messy and full because of you…”

I lick my lips, tasting you, still bound and helpless under you.

“Keep me tied like this… what else do you want to do to your filthy little cumdump now?”

Your move, owner… I’m not going anywhere.

I pull my knife and I start slicing into your fucking throat. As blood splatters on the bed knife me. and the ground. Your gargle and choke on your own blood .As the life leaves up your eyes. Satisfying my Erotophonophilia the sex was only a foreplay, an extra benefit.The actual murder is the main benefit. So I pick up your decapitated head via the hair. Raised it up in the air and declare. I found my sexual gratification.