The afternoon sun streamed through the lace curtains, casting a warm glow on Agnes's generous curves. She adjusted her nylons, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Are you ready, dear?" she purred, her voice raspy with anticipation.
Grandpa Joe, his hands gnarled with age but his eyes full of fire, chuckled. "Always, my dear. Especially for you." He admired her chubby figure, the way her flesh spilled over her corset. He loved her just the way she was.
He pulled her close, his rough hands finding their way beneath her dress. She moaned softly as he squeezed her big ass. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, a dance they'd perfected over decades. The kiss was rough, demanding, a testament to their enduring passion.
"Doggystyle, Joe," Agnes whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you deep inside me."
He obliged, guiding her to the edge of the bed. He spread her cheeks, revealing her hairy cunt, glistening and ready. He plunged in, burying his big cock deep inside her. She cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure.
He pounded her relentlessly, his every thrust echoing through the room. She grabbed the headboard, her knuckles white. She loved the rough edge to their lovemaking, the feeling of being completely possessed.
He pulled out slightly, aiming carefully, and unleashed a torrent of cum onto her face. She gasped, swallowing his seed with relish. "More, Joe," she croaked, her eyes glazed with lust.
He obliged, continuing until they both lay exhausted, sated, and completely spent. They were both panting as Agnes smiled at Joe and whispered "Thank you for the extreme fun grandpa"
