I don’t know if I would call it a fascination, an addiction, or a deep-rooted perversion, but at seventy-one years old I still carry an overwhelming, throbbing desire for sex that has pulsed through me for most of my adult life.
As a teenager I burned with envy listening to my classmates brag about their conquests. I craved pussy with an intensity that embarrassed me. I was too shy and insecure to make the first move, so I became a relentless masturbator. Night after night I’d stroke my aching cock in bed until thick ropes of cum splattered across my stomach. During long solitary hikes through the woods and along the creek banks near home, I’d pull out my hard dick and jerk off furiously in the open air, spraying my load onto leaves or into the water.
One afternoon when I was seventeen, I was down at the creek, pants around my ankles, furiously pumping my swollen cock. I looked up and saw an older boy from the neighborhood watching me silently from the trees. My heart hammered with shame, but the next day at school he never said a word.
That same year, I finally lost my virginity. I was dating Lori, a girl who talked dirty when we were alone. One night I picked her up in my dad’s old Ford pickup and drove us out near the softball fields. We parked, ripped our clothes off in a frenzy, and I shoved my rock-hard cock into her wet pussy right there in the front seat. I came fast and hard, groaning as I flooded her with cum. After that we fucked every chance we got—raw, urgent, sweaty sessions wherever we could steal privacy. I later realized she had far more experience than she let on.
After Lori moved away, I endured a brutal six-year dry spell until my wedding night in 1978. I dated Melissa, a devout Christian girl who believed sex before marriage was a sin. I never pressured her for penetration, but we indulged in heavy, desperate petting. I’d finger her dripping slit for hours, rubbing her swollen clit until she convulsed and soaked my hand with her juices. She’d wrap her soft fingers around my throbbing cock and stroke me until I erupted, shooting hot cum all over her hand and my clothes. The cleanup was always awkward before I drove her home.
Our wedding night was pure fire. In the honeymoon cabin, I slowly stripped Melissa, kissing and licking every inch of her trembling body. She moaned and gasped as I sucked her hard nipples and trailed my tongue down to her soaked pussy. We explored each other for a long, delicious time before I finally pushed my rigid cock into her virgin cunt. She cried out in pleasure, arching her back as I thrust deep, stretching her tight walls. I fucked her with long, powerful strokes until we both shattered in an explosive orgasm, her pussy clenching around my pulsing shaft as I pumped her full of cum.
Married life with Melissa was sexually electric. Though we were active in church, the bedroom was a no-limits playground. We started with missionary but quickly grew bolder. One night we went to an adult theater to watch Insatiable starring Marilyn Chambers deep-throating John Holmes’ massive cock. We were both dripping with lust. On the drive home we pulled onto a dirt road off Highway 78 and fucked wildly under the stars, her riding me hard in the car seat. Back home we went at it again until we collapsed.
A few nights later I ate her pussy for the first time—licking her swollen clit, sucking it between my lips, and driving my tongue deep into her dripping hole until she screamed and flooded my face with her cum. Recovering, she attacked my cock with hungry enthusiasm, sucking the head, licking every vein, and taking me deep into her throat. I exploded, shooting thick jets of cum down her throat while she swallowed greedily. From then on we fucked several times a week, often for hours, building to multiple shattering orgasms. Melissa became an expert cocksucker, driving me to the edge—sucking the sensitive head, swirling her tongue, then backing off until I was begging—before finally letting me fill her mouth.
Five years into our marriage, Melissa developed the illness that eventually took her life. We kept making love as long as she could, cherishing every raw, passionate coupling. When she grew too sick, I turned to porn and the adult bookstore arcades. One day I stepped into a booth, fed in money, pulled out my cock, and started stroking while watching a filthy movie. The door suddenly opened, and I turned, thinking that I was about to get a blowjob. A man stood there, stared at my hard dick, then closed the door. I panicked and tried to leave—only to be arrested outside for indecent exposure. The judge lectured me and fined me heavily. I told Melissa everything; she laughed and afterwards would often teasingly call me her “personal sex offender.”
After mourning Melissa, I had a short, fiery marriage to Michelle, a younger co-worker. We went from drinks to fucking like animals almost immediately. She was insatiable—bouncing on my cock, screaming, cumming over and over. One night she pushed me onto my back, grabbed my throbbing dick, and sucked it like a woman possessed—slurping loudly, bobbing fast, then slowing to tease the head with her lips and tongue exactly the way I love. I was in heaven; nothing drives me crazier than hot, wet lips locked around the sensitive head of my cock while it’s licked and sucked. She eventually left me for her old boyfriend, but those nights of raw, cocaine-fueled sex are burned into my memory.
After another stretch of porn and marathon masturbation sessions, a friend introduced me to Susan. He swore she was wild and would jump me the first chance she got. We met at The Red Barn, but that first night she wanted to talk instead. Months later, after many dates, she invited me over for dinner. Once her kids were in bed, she pulled me to the sofa. We made out like teenagers, grinding against each other until we were both frantic with need. She dragged me to her bedroom, where we tore our clothes off. I fingered her soaked pussy, rubbing her swollen clit and plunging two fingers deep inside her until she was dripping down my hand. Then I mounted her and fucked her hard and fast, slamming my cock into her tight, wet cunt until we both came explosively, her nails raking bloody lines down my back as she screamed through her orgasm.
The next night was even more intense. I took my time undressing her, sucking and biting her big, heavy breasts and thick pancake nipples until they stood out like erasers. I kissed my way down her soft belly, spread her thighs wide open, and buried my face in her dripping, hairy pussy. I licked long, slow strokes from her asshole up through her soaking slit, savoring her tangy juices. Then I sucked her swollen clit hard between my lips, flicking it rapidly with my tongue while sliding two thick fingers deep into her cunt, curling them to hit her G-spot. Susan bucked wildly, grinding her juicy cunt against my mouth, moaning and cursing as her juices ran down my chin and soaked the sheets. I added a third finger, stretching her, fucking her with them while I sucked and licked her clit relentlessly until she arched her back like a bow—only her head and heels on the bed—shrieking as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy gushed, flooding my mouth and face with hot, sweet cum as her whole body shook and her nails dug deep gouges into my shoulders.
Panting and trembling, she pushed me onto my back, her eyes wild with lust. She grabbed my rock-hard, throbbing cock and attacked it with pure hunger. She sealed her hot, wet lips tightly around the sensitive head—just the way I love it most—swirling her tongue around the rim and underside while stroking the shaft with both hands. She sucked hard on the head, popping it in and out of her mouth with wet, obscene sounds, then took me deeper, bobbing up and down while her tongue lashed every vein. She edged me mercilessly—sucking furiously until I was groaning and thrusting, then slowing down to gentle licks and kisses on the head until I was begging. Finally I couldn’t hold back. I exploded, shooting thick, heavy ropes of cum across her tongue and cheek as she coaxed every last drop out of me.
We weren’t done. I flipped her over, pulled her ass up, and fucked her hard from behind, slapping her cheeks red while pounding deep into her dripping pussy. She pushed back against me, screaming for more. I reached around to rub her clit as I thrust, making her cum again on my cock. Then I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and drove into her missionary style, watching her big tits bounce with every powerful stroke until I filled her cunt with another massive load. Susan’s wild, eager sexuality matched my own hunger perfectly, and our nights together became a constant torrent of raw, filthy, deeply satisfying sex that still burns hot decades later. She didn’t always love sucking cock as much as I craved it, preferring instead to feel me pounding deep inside her, but she often gave me that special treat, letting our evenings stretch for an hour or more of sweet, sweaty lovemaking until we both fell asleep exhausted from intense orgasms.
Retirement Years
There is so much more to our story, but time and health have changed the battlefield while the hunger still burns hotter than ever. At seventy-one, I’m no longer the cock-of-the-walk who could stay hard for hours, but my overwhelming desire for sex has not faded one bit. Years of smoking left me with COPD and emphysema. I survived coronary artery bypass surgery, and for a while we kept fucking with the same raw urgency. Then came the acute attack of atrial fibrillation, and everything shifted. Ever since, getting a full, rigid erection has become almost impossible. My cock still throbs with need, still leaks and twitches when Susan’s scent hits me or her body presses close, but it refuses to stand tall the way it once did.
My doctor diagnosed low testosterone and prescribed weekly injections. Combined with Cialis, one distinct side effect has been constant, delicious awareness of my penis. When I wake in the morning, there he is—thick, heavy, and stirring—whispering, “Hey, look at me. Give me a little rub, will ya?” While watching TV with Susan or scrolling on my phone, I feel that familiar twitch in my pants, my cock reminding me he’s still alive and hungry. Sometimes the urge becomes impossible to ignore, especially when I’m thinking about Susan or writing these confessions. He screams, “Don’t ignore me—do something!”
And “do something” doesn’t always mean full sex, though that’s what I crave most. As we age, bodies and desires change. For me, erectile dysfunction feels like a cruel punishment for decades of being driven by raw lust—years of porn-fueled marathon masturbation and an insatiable craving for pussy. I was always too insecure to openly voice my desires, terrified of rejection. That insecurity followed me into adulthood. Once our intimacy waned, it stayed gone for years. Susan and I went several years with almost no sexual contact. I didn’t even masturbate for about two and a half years. Then the craving for touch returned—deep, skin-to-skin contact. Nothing feels better than Susan’s soft hands gliding over my body. When she slips them into my pants and wraps her fingers around my cock, it’s pure heaven.
A few weeks ago, after a shopping trip, I finally found the courage to speak up. I told Susan I craved her touch, missed our cuddling, and loved pleasing her intimately even if I couldn’t always perform. She admitted she’d missed my clues too. We both confessed we weren’t mind readers and agreed to be more open and direct about our needs.
Susan’s own desire has quieted with age, yet when the mood strikes, she still opens for me—wet, willing, and eager. The first time after starting testosterone, it happened late one night as we prepared for bed. My cock gave a hopeful twitch, thickening promisingly. I pulled her close, peeled her nightgown down, and devoured her heavy, soft breasts, sucking and licking her thick nipples until they hardened into sensitive peaks and she moaned with need. I slid her panties off, buried my face between her thighs, and ate her hairy, fragrant pussy with long, hungry strokes. My tongue lashed her swollen clit while two fingers curled deep inside, stroking her G-spot until her hips bucked and her juicy cunt flooded my hand and chin. I sucked that throbbing clit relentlessly until she came hard, grinding against my mouth and soaking me with her sweet release.
Even without a full erection, bringing her that pleasure was electric. I kissed my way up her body while she stroked my sensitive half-hard cock, fingering her through another shattering orgasm. It wasn’t the deep pounding she used to crave, but watching her writhe and hearing her moan my name satisfied something primal in me. I still love making my wife cum, still love making her body sing, even when my own won’t fully cooperate.
A couple of weeks later I brought toys into our bed to keep the passion alive. I ordered a thick realistic vibrator and a tight rubber pussy sleeve. One quiet evening I tried the sleeve but stayed too soft to fuck it. On Sunday afternoon I hid the vibrator and lube, then slowly worshipped Susan’s body—sucking her big tits, licking down to her dripping cunt, and devouring her clit until she was begging. When she was soaked, I slid the buzzing vibrator deep inside her and fucked her with it while my tongue worked her clit. Susan gasped, then moaned wildly as she came hard, her cunt gushing around the toy and soaking my face. I gave her two more powerful orgasms while she stroked my achingly sensitive cock, bringing me to a long, shuddering dry orgasm that left me trembling in deep satisfaction.
Monday June 8
Then came Monday night—the kind of intimate evening I’d been aching for. I’d taken a BlueChew (a stronger combo of Viagra, Cialis, and other arousal enhancers) the previous evening but wasted it due to my old insecurity about asking directly. That evening I finally texted her a raw, honest request: “Susan, I love you so much. For days I’ve been aching with this craving for your intimate touch—your soft hands stroking and rubbing my cock, and feeling your mouth sucking me deeply. Nothing makes me feel closer to you or more loved. Will you please touch me that way tonight?”
I went to bed around 10:30. Before I could even fall asleep, Susan slipped in beside me. She rubbed my back, arms, and stomach, then let her hands wander lower. I kissed her passionately and filled my hands with her amazing breasts. She reached into my pajamas, wrapped her soft fingers around my cock, and stroked me with slow, sensual perfection. I gasped in delight.
She pulled my underwear down, lowered her hot, wet lips over the sensitive head of my cock, and gave me the most wonderful blowjob I’ve had in years. She licked, sucked, and swirled her tongue exactly the way I love—sealing her lips tight around the head, popping it in and out with wet, obscene sounds, then taking me deeper while her hand worked the shaft. I groaned and twisted in ecstasy for over half an hour.
When I tried to return the favor and eat her pussy, she whispered, “No, this is your night,” and kept worshipping my cock until I was exhausted and blissed out. We cuddled afterward, tasting each other on our lips, and promised again to be open about our desires.
These moments have taught me something powerful: I can still please my wife and make her body sing with ecstasy, even when my cock won’t rise to full attention. There’s a profound erotic joy in watching her lose control under my tongue and fingers, in feeling her cunt clench and flood while I stay soft but throbbing with need. My little soldier still screams for attention. He still dreams of hot, wet lips sealed tight around his sensitive head, swirling and sucking, licking every vein until I explode down a hungry throat.
I’ve tried regular Cialis with only partial success so far, but I refuse to give up. I’m optimistic that with testosterone, BlueChew, better communication, and exploring more aids, the old boy will come roaring back. Until then, I’ll keep licking, fingering, using toys, and chasing every bit of filthy pleasure we can share. Our sex life may look different now, but the passion, the love, and the raw satisfaction are still very much alive. At seventy-one I am nowhere near ready to surrender a lifetime of rewarding sexual gratification. I intend to keep fucking, licking, sucking, and pleasing Susan for as long as our bodies will allow. The desire burns as strong as ever.
June 12, 2026
It’s been several days since my last entry, and a few wonderful things have happened. Susan had a follow-up with her heart doctor after a bit of a scare last week. On the drive home, we had a long, open conversation about sex—what each of us needs and how we can better read each other’s signals. I also told her I’d ordered a penis pump, hoping it would help restore some of my former hardness over time. I explained I might be going upstairs for some private pumping sessions a few times a week. She seemed a little unsure at first, but I reassured her I’d already discussed it with my doctor when I asked for the Cialis prescription.
Last night I reminded her again how incredible she made me feel with that long, slow handjob and blowjob. I told her I hadn’t felt that good in years and that I hoped for many more nights like that. Just talking about it made my cock start to thicken and twitch in my pants. I sat next to her on the loveseat and told her I wanted to give her a night of pure pleasure, no pressure for her to reciprocate. I love taking care of her body and watching her lose herself in ecstasy. I didn’t push right away. Instead, I had her stretch her legs across my lap so I could slowly massage her feet and calves, working my hands higher and higher up her soft thighs for nearly half an hour. When Susan finally whispered that we should turn off the TV and go to bed, I knew exactly what that signal meant—her body was ready for me.
Once we were in bed I started slow and tender, kissing her lips, neck, and hands. We kissed deeply, tongues exploring, until the heat built between us. I asked her to slip off her nightgown. I worshipped her heavy, beautiful breasts, sucking and licking her thick nipples until they were rock-hard and sensitive. Then I trailed my tongue slowly down her belly, kissing her upper thighs and soft stomach before burying my face between her legs. Her pussy was already wet and fragrant. The moment my tongue touched her swollen clit she gave a soft, throaty groan. I licked deeper, dragging my tongue along her slick pussy lips, then returned to circle and suck her clit with steady, hungry pressure. Susan’s hips began to rock gently against my mouth as her moans grew louder.
My own cock had grown firmer than usual from the excitement. Since this was her night, I didn’t want to distract her by asking for anything. Instead I whispered, “Baby, I need to take care of myself while I pleasure you.” I grabbed the lube, slicked up my throbbing cock, and started stroking—slow at first, then faster and harder—while I continued devouring her juicy cunt. The combination of licking and sucking her clit, fingering her dripping hole, and furiously pumping my own cock seemed to drive Susan wild.
She grew louder and more vocal, grinding against my face and tongue as her excitement built. I slid two fingers deep inside her, curling them against her G-spot while my tongue flicked rapidly over her swollen clit. Her body tensed, then she came hard, her pussy clenching around my fingers and flooding my mouth with her hot, sweet juices. I kept licking and fingering her through several powerful orgasms until she was trembling and spent.
The sight and taste of her cumming pushed me over the edge. I stroked myself faster, groaning into her pussy as an intense orgasm ripped through me. I shot the biggest, thickest load of cum I’d released in years, pulsing heavily into my hand while my whole body shuddered with deep pleasure.
Afterwards, I gently cleaned her stomach, thighs, and glistening pussy with a warm washcloth. We lay together cuddling, skin against skin, talking softly about how good it felt. Susan surprised me by making a direct request—she told me that next time I’m sucking and playing with her nipples, she wants it harder. She loves when I suck them firmly and give them a little bite. I told her how much it excites me when she tells me exactly what she wants.
Looking back over the past couple of weeks, it feels like we’ve come alive again after that long two-and-a-half-year dry spell. Giving and receiving pleasure has been incredibly satisfying. I find myself thinking about passionate sex with Susan constantly now, craving her taste, her scent, and the feeling of her body responding under my mouth and hands. I can’t wait to see where this renewed fire takes us.
June 24, 2026
It’s June 24 and the last week has been interesting, to say the least. My seemingly insatiable hunger for sexual gratification continues to burn strong, so I bought a few new tools to help satisfy it. I got a prescription for BlueChew Gold—a powerful combination of Viagra, Cialis, Oxytocin, and another arousal enhancer—designed to help me get hard, stay hard longer, and stoke my desire even more. I’ve tried a few doses, but I’m still not getting the full, rigid results I crave. To push things further, I ordered a realistic rubber pussy, and a Fleshlight—the silicon pussy in a plastic housing with an adjustable vent to control the suction.
The Fleshlight feels incredibly close to the real thing. After the toys arrived, I tried them all in private first, stroking my cock deep into that tight, sucking silicon cunt until I exploded. Then I found the courage to have an open conversation with Susan. Early in the afternoon, I told her about the new toys and explained that I bought them to help me get erect again so I could fully please her. We talked honestly about our sex life, what the toys meant to me, and how she felt about them. The conversation itself was arousing.
After a quiet dinner and evening, around ten o’clock Susan kissed me deeply and said she was going to bed—and that I should follow her. My cock twitched with anticipation. I knew exactly what she wanted.
The first thing I did was finally show her the penis pump that I had gotten a couple of weeks earlier. I slid my cock into the clear tube, pumped the handle, and watched as the suction drew blood rushing in, swelling my shaft until it was incredibly thick and hard. I slipped the tube off, leaving the rubber cock ring at the base to help me stay firm. Then I rolled Susan onto her back, kissed and sucked her heavy breasts, licking and biting her thick nipples while my fingers rubbed her swollen clit. I gave her pussy a few long, hungry licks, lubed my newly hardened cock, and slowly slid deep inside her.
She moaned with pure delight at finally feeling me thrust into her wet cunt after so many years. We fucked long and hard. I wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible. In the past I often came too quickly, but this night I stayed right on the delicious edge—teetering on the brink of exploding several times before slipping back. Only after Susan had a powerful orgasm, her pussy clenching and soaking my cock, did I pull out and tell her I wanted to try something new.
I grabbed the Fleshlight, lubed it generously, and handed it to her. While she examined the realistic silicon pussy, I used the pump again to get rock-hard. Then I told her to slide it over my throbbing cock and stroke it up and down as if she were fucking me with it. She played with the valve, adjusting the suction so every outward pull felt like a tight, wet mouth or cunt gripping me. It felt incredible. After a while I switched to the other rubber pussy—it was even tighter and smoother. Susan eagerly jacked me off with the toy while I moaned and thrust into it. We played with both toys until I was completely spent, shooting a thick load.
Still hungry to please her, I licked Susan’s clit again, sucking and flicking it until she squirmed and moaned with delight. I kissed her sensitive nipples and ran my hands all over her soft, beautiful body, helping her relax completely. Afterward we lay together talking openly about what we had just done—the toys, the passion, my deep desire for more intimacy. I felt such relief and closeness being able to share all of this with her.
We cleaned up, put the toys away, and fell into a deep, restful sleep in each other’s arms. I hope we do this much more in the coming weeks. I’ve already ordered a few other goodies for our pleasure journey: cotton candy flavored “Pussy Licker” spray, an orgasm-enhancing gel, and a set of cock rings for myself. I won’t pressure Susan. Instead, I’ll stay close, rub her neck and back gently, kiss her often, and be ready whenever she feels romantic and horny.
Senior life really isn’t so bad after all.
July 7
Well, after forty-one years of marriage I finally got Susan to open up and tell me exactly what drives her wild when I’m licking and sucking her sweet pussy. We started nice and slow in the bedroom, just kissing and exploring each other like we had all the time in the world. I kissed her big, soft breasts, sucking and gently nibbling those thick pancake nipples until they stood out hard and sensitive. While I worked them with my mouth, my hand slid down between her thighs, rubbing her swollen clit and slick labia real gentle at first—just enough to make her start grinding her hot, hairy pussy against my fingers.
I took my sweet time, licking and sucking her nipples, then reached into the nightstand for that new cotton candy flavored pussy licker spray. I gave the head of my cock a little spritz and then sprayed a good mist over her pussy lips and clit. Lord, when I went back down the taste was pure heaven—sweet and tangy, mixed with her own warm, womanly juices. But I didn’t rush straight between her legs. I licked and kissed my way from her neck, down over her heavy breasts, across her soft belly, sucking on that tender spot between her navel and clit until she was squirming. Then I finally dove deep.
Her pussy was already dripping wet and fragrant. I dragged my broad, flat tongue slow and hungry from the bottom of her slit all the way up, parting her swollen lips and savoring every drop of her tangy nectar. While I was down there she wrapped her soft hand around my cock, stroking me nice and wet, playing with the sensitive head and sending waves of pleasure shooting through me. Even though I don’t get rock hard like I used to, her touch felt sinfully good.
She got bolder, sliding my cock into her warm, wet mouth and sucking slow on the head, swirling her tongue around the rim and underside just the way I love. I groaned loud into her pussy and begged her, “Baby, just stay right there and suck on it for me.” She happily obeyed, sealing her hot lips tight around the swollen head and nursing on it with long, wet pulls while her tongue flicked and swirled. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking mixed with my moans as I licked her faster.
Then she took me deeper, sliding those talented lips all the way down my shaft until my cock was buried balls-deep in her hot throat. She sucked me strong and greedy, bobbing her head while her tongue lashed every throbbing vein. That drove me absolutely wild. I attacked her juicy cunt with my mouth—driving my tongue deep between her slick pussy lips, fucking her hole with it, then laying it flat and wide like a warm, wet pancake and dragging it slow and heavy across her swollen clit.
She groaned loudly around my cock and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me tighter against her soaking pussy. I pulled my cock from her mouth just long enough to move up and kiss her hard and deep, tasting my own precum and her juices mixed on her lips. God, that was filthy and hot.
After a couple minutes of passionate kissing, I got back between her spread thighs, pushed her legs up toward her shoulders, and buried my face in her dripping, wide-open cunt. I kept my tongue flat and slow, licking long strokes from the bottom of her leaking hole all the way up over her puffy labia and throbbing clit. When she started rocking her hips I formed my lips into a tight little O and sucked her swollen clit hard into my mouth, flicking the sensitive nub rapidly with the tip of my tongue. I alternated between sucking that pulsing little button, long sloppy licks along her slick folds, and plunging my tongue as deep as I could into her hot, clenching hole, fucking her with it while my nose rubbed against her clit.
It wasn’t long before she screamed, “Oh baby!” arched her back like a bow and clutched the sheets tight. Her whole body shook as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy gushed hot, sweet juices all over my tongue and chin. I kept my tongue pressed flat and still across her quivering pussy, letting her ride every last throbbing wave while I gently licked up her cream. When she finally started to come down I kissed my way back up—across her belly, up to her breasts—sucking and nibbling those thick nipples again while she trembled.
Susan wasn’t done with me. She pulled me up and took my cock back into her eager mouth, sucking me fast and deep like a woman on a mission—bobbing her head, swirling her tongue, and taking me into her throat again and again. I moaned loudly, gently thrusting into her hot, wet mouth, completely lost in how incredible it felt. We kept going until neither of us could take any more. Then we lay there in each other’s arms, cuddling, rubbing our hands all over each other, talking and kissing softly.
This new freedom to just say what we want and guide each other has been pure heaven. It feels like we’re young again, learning each other’s bodies, exploring, and pleasing one another like newlyweds. I hope we can keep this fire burning for years to come. I can’t imagine life without being able to bring Susan to those shaking, screaming orgasms over and over. As for me, I’ve had at least six wonderful blowjobs in the past few weeks, and I’m loving every second of the attention my cock is finally getting again.
Senior life really is pretty damn good.
