Lacy B. Cummings is sunning herself by the pool on a glamorous, sunny day in Southern California. But the looker of the day pales in comparison to Lacy, whose smokin’-hot, 52-year-old body looks wondrous in her slight bathing dress.
“I actually have a new pool lad today,” this golden-haired vixen tells her girlfriend over the phone. “He’s super-hot. Indeed juvenile, just adore we like them. I’ll take some images and send them to you. No, we haven’t done anything yet.”
“Oh, and I suppose I noticed his weenie getting unyielding, likewise. This chab has a big cock. I cant wait to watch it.”
The pool guy exposes up. He is brought her water. This chab is too not wearing a shirt. Is this lad a pool lad or Lacy’s personal servant? We’re about to investigate.
After Lacy asks him to make her smth stronger–an adult beverage, if you will–she follows him inside.
“I want smth stronger than that,” this babe says. “How about your worthy, rock hard dick?”
Well, like we told, this supposed pool boy doesn’t seem to have brought along any equipment except his meat-thermometer. And Lacy is impossible to resist. So he doesn’t resist, and before lengthy, Lacy is engulfing and riding his big meat-thermometer.
“The younger studs are always looking at me,” told Lacy, who’s a Mamma and a grandmother. “There’s smth about a old female that they are really attracted to. It makes them wild and resigned to me.”
There’s something about Lacy? We can easily work out exactly what that is. Just check out her.