About this scene
Silver-haired and thick-waisted, the older blonde kicks off her sandals and drops to her knees on the wet sand. Salt air mixes with the musky scent of his cock as she grips the base with both hands and takes him deep, throat fluttering around the shaft. Her mascara smudges as she gags, tears welling in her eyes, but she doesn’t pull back. Fingers dig into his thighs while her tits press against her bikini top, swaying with each bob of her head. Sand sticks to her knees and the backs of her thighs, but she doesn’t care. The sound of waves crashing mixes with her wet, sloppy gagging—every swallow audible, every thrust forcing her deeper. Her spine curves as she hollows her cheeks, tongue swirling around the tip before she pulls off with a string of spit connecting them.