Author name: Earl Flen

…Now I could feel she was so wet inside my shaft was immediately coated with her slippery juices. God, she must have been anticipating this penetration from maybe even before I walked into the kitchen! Warm, soft –yet-firm in that way vaginas are. I’d describe her sugar walls as ‘buttery’, but that word is so overworked and sort of too much of an analog to the description of her bread smell. But it all was apt, in my mind. Granny, kitchen, baking bread, butter, slippery warm cunt juice like sauce, and my suddenly very hard cock stirring her deep inside.