About this scene
Silver hair splayed across the hotel pillow, the older woman grips the sheets as he buries his face between her thighs. Her back arches when his tongue flicks her clit, her breath hitching with every slow lick. Thick thighs tremble as he slides two fingers inside, curling deep while his other hand grips her hip to hold her still. Mouth glued to her pussy, he groans against her wetness, his stubble scraping her inner thighs. She gasps when he pulls back just enough to tease her entrance before diving back in, his fingers working her faster. Fingers twist inside her as his tongue swirls her clit in tight circles, her moans filling the room. He finally lifts his head, her juices dripping from his chin, before flipping her onto her stomach with a sharp tug of her hips.