Old or young - sluts the same!

Sandora had the kind of worn-in body that comes from years of being touched right. Kitty Cat showed up curious and ended up staying the whole night. They never made it past the bed. Sandora’s robe came off like it knew the drill, and Kitty’s mouth found her breast before either of them bothered with names. The older woman moaned loud enough to make Kitty wet between the thighs without a single hand between them. Sandora spread wide and let the girl crawl in close. Kitty Cat licked slow at first, learning the shape of her, then faster when she tasted how slick Sandora already was. The wrinkles didn’t bother her. The thick gray hairs that brushed her lips only made Kitty press harder. She liked the taste, liked the way Sandora’s thighs tightened around her ears, liked the low, filthy sounds coming from a woman twice her age. They switched places twice. Sandora rode Kitty’s thigh until it shone, then bent the younger girl over the edge of the bed and fingered her open from behind, two thick digits pumping until Kitty shook and came with her face buried in the pillow. By morning they still hadn’t spoken much, but both of them smelled like each other and the sheets were damp in three different spots.