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Old dude

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OMG, besties, you are not ready for this story—I'm still shook. So, I started volunteering at this boujee retirement home (iykyk, gotta get those community service hours), but like, low-key…things took a spicy turn. There was this one resident—let’s call him Mr. H—total silver fox, dementia king, but honey…that dick. No cap, thick AF, like how is this man packing at 70+?

So anyway, one day I’m helping him back to his room, and he gets all confused, thinks I’m his wife from back in the day. He grabs my waist, his hands shaky but strong, and goes, “Darlin’, you’re as pretty as the day I met you.” And bestie…I didn’t correct him. Next thing I know, he’s kissing me, all slow and sweet, his tongue rough but skilled. I’m like, Okay, fuck it, and climb into his lap, grinding against his thick cock through those old man slacks.

He forgets everything by morning, but honey, the way he fucked me? Unforgettable. Every. Damn. Time. He’d push me onto that little twin bed, rip my scrubs down (iykyk, easy access), and eat my pussy like it was his last meal. Then he’d slide inside, gripping my hips, groaning “Christ, you’re tight” like it was his first time all over again. And bestie…I let him. Every. Single. Day.

Moral of the story? Dementia might erase his memory, but my pussy? Eternal. ✨

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