Cumming mature: Ildi

Ildi slipped into the spa, towel wrapped around her hips, the heavy silicone bat tucked in her tote. The main tub lay empty, surface perfectly still. She shed the robe, climbed the edge, and spread. The first push split her lips and she took it in one smooth stroke until her knuckles kissed her mound. She worked the shaft fast and deep, pussy blooming around the thick head each time it punched back inside her. The latch clicked. Chanel stepped through, towel under her arm. She paused, took in the sight, then let her towel drop. Two strides and she stood over the older woman. "Need a hand?" She crouched, took the base of the toy, and started thrusting for her. Hard angles. Wet slaps. When Ildi was trembling, Chanel pulled the bat free, coated her fist with the slick, and pressed four fingers past the stretched opening. Her thumb tucked. The whole hand sank in, wrist twisting, forearm veins rising with each slow pump. Ildi’s walls fluttered, then clamped, a low cry breaking in her throat while Chanel held her steady, knuckles buried knuckle-deep in the velvet heat.