Sundae by the Sea

When she spoke she could only whisper. "That was the best fuck I've ever had ," she said. At last, Grandma fell back on the chair, her heavy, pickled ass drooping over the sides, her legs spread out in front of her, her pussy wet, alive and young in contrast to the elderly body sitting down.

But soon she was up and reached for the can of whipped cream. "You've convinced me," she said, smiling now like she did in the sea. "I think I will make you dessert," and she began shaking the can and moving toward Colin with only the sound of the overhead fan in the room and the whoosh of the sea, so far away now.