“ Rose lowered her head to Sofia’s loose pussy, dry as a bone, and began to trace her tongue around Sofia’s soft seam. Sofia— as much as she wanted to— couldn’t feel it, but pretended by putting her head back and cooing. The warm purr did not reassure Rose, who being a granny herself knew that she would have to go further for any sort of stimulation to be felt. Rose dug through Sofia’s crack and found her withered clit. She delivered a fierce bite. Sofia may be old but she felt this, responding with a kick and a moan. Rose knew they both would enjoy this. Then, suddenly, a familiar feeling—had they done this before? Rose’s fuckhole needed to be jammed into and after 13 or so minutes of licking, she determined Sofia was as ready as she would ever be. Rose’s hand slipped under the bed and grabbed her dizzy friend, a big black double-ended 18” dildo, circa 1977. She unwrapped it from its crusted cellophane wrapper, and began to lube it with a handful of grimy vasoline still on the toy from its previous use. All the while with one hand still touching a constantly groaning granny. Sofia opened her toothless mouth and took in a deep breath as her pussy was spread and stuffed with more cock than the Sicilian had ever experienced in the old world. So much so that it felt like her unlubed taint was tearing. Rose was not yet satisfied with Sofia’s level of lust. Rose dug the plastic playmate further into Sofia each time and then took it back admiring its glistening surface. Soon a full 12 inches was stretching the limits of this dying grandma, and Rose jumped on the other end. The two friends sissorred through countless orgasms until Sofia’s hip blew out, making a loud popping noise that jarred Rose’s thinking. Sofia screamed in pain. Crying in a high pitch while trying to make words in a panic through a mouth of no teeth, all sounded like a garbled tape player. The dildo now was completely unseen as both granny’s cootches were seemingly melded together. Sofia was now fully freaking out, her last ounces of energy were used trying to buck off the still cumming rose. Sofia stiffened up as her heart stopped and the life left her eyes. Rose growled in her southern accent at the corpse on the other end of the dildo, “you like that, you old bat? you like fucking this pussy?”. The squecking from the bed springs was her only response, but that was more than Rose needed. Having had just killed her best friends mother in a lesbian fuck gone wrong, she had no reason to stop. the vasoline wasn’t giving up why should she?
some golden girls porn talk [reblog] The Golden Girls fanfic. (via planettampon)
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