Tales of Love and Desire: sagging old tits

Naked under the full moon in sagging old tits, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “sagging old tits” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “sagging old tits… sagging old tits… harder sagging old tits!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “sagging old tits” trails.