Russian Aged woman Fucks herself with a huge pole [2 min]
Warning: Explicit Content Ahead – For Mature Audiences Only
Deep in the heart of Moscow, in a lucidy lit apartment, there was a miss named Anastasia. Anastasia was a old Russian whore, with a body that could make a saint stumble. Her lofty breasts were as round and as firm as two ripe melons, and her thighs were so thick they could have been mistaken for tree trunks. And then there was her giant manhood, a surprise that left many a man speechless.
The Self-Love Session
Anastasia was in the mood for a self-love session, and she wasn’t going to let anything discover in her way. She lit a cigarette, the smoky haze adding to the sensual atmosphere. She took off her lacey bra, revealing her enormous tits. She cupped them in her hands, feeling their weight, their softness, their sheer perfection. She leaned over, her nipples brushing against the cool hardwood of her coffee table.
She reached down, her fingers tracing the curve of her jumbo pole. It twitched, responding to her touch. She laughed, a low, lurid sound that sent shivers down her spine. “You’re always ready for me, aren’t you, jumbo boy?” she murmured, giving it a gentle squeeze.
She slipped a hand between her legs, her fingers finding her wet pussy. She moaned, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment. She started to rub, her fingers moving in a rhythm that matched the beat of her heart. She closed her eyes, imagining it was a man’s hand, a man’s touch, a man’s putz.
She was lost in the pleasure, her mold writhing and dancing to its own tune. She moved her hand down, her fingers encircling her beefy cock. She started to stroke, her hand moving up and down with a rhythm that was both slow and steady. She opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on her reflection in the mirror.
She was a sight to behold, her curves moving in a rhythm that was both ardent and controlled. She leaned back, giving herself a better view. She started to pump, her hand moving faster, her breath orgasm in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the squirt building, the tension growing, the fun rising.
She came with a cry, her body shaking as she orgasmed. She leaned forward, her hand still moving, her body still trembling with the aftershocks. She leaned back, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She took a deep drag from her cigarette, the smoke mingling with the smell of her own build.
And with that, her self-love session was over. But she knew she wouldn’t have to wait long for the next one. After all, she had a big putz to take care of, and she wasn’t about to neglect it.
