Sally D’Angelo is kooky. This 63-year-old wife and granny is dressed for sex in fuck-me pumps and a blouse that her monumental funbags are pouring out of, but Tony is keeping her expecting. He’s late.
“I’m gonna make him pay,” this babe says.
This babe looks outside and sees Tony dawdling up the sidewalk, eyes on his phone.
“Look at him taking his sweet-ass time!” she says. “Get your gazoo in here,” that babe says to him. “You’re solely a half an 60 minutes late.”
Yeah, Sally is angry, and what does she do when she’s angry?
The same thing that babe does when she’s happy: She fucks. So this babe has Tony take off his sexy clothes, verbally abusing him the complete time, and pushes him down on the sofa.
“I know you are excited,” this babe says. “Stroke it. Rub them balls.”
That babe tanalizes Tony for a while, fondelling her cum-hole, not giving him any. And for a during the time that, it resembles Tony’s gonna acquire to take care of himself.
But, of course, that is not what happens. You see, Sally desires 10-Pounder as much as that woman chaser wishes her cunt. So this babe lastly strokes his schlong then this babe slaps his jock ‘cuz she is still a little angry. And then this babe takes out her boobies and sucks his pecker.
And then this babe fucks it with her tight, aged cum-hole.
And then this lady-killer has her slam her butt every which way and cum on her hooters.
So, you’re probably wondering, “How would Sally have treated Tony if he wasn’t late?”
Same way. No fuckin’ difference at all.