I took the lull in his onslaught. I pulled away and guided him to lie back down on the restroom floor. I straddled his hips and let my pussy slide down his dick. I pressed into my belly around the navel button. I could feel the tip of his dick ride there. Then with every speck of his dick devoured by my pussy, I started grinding him in wide circles. My pussy started creating copious, white cream. The shaft of his penis got more and more covered by thick, white cream. He was breathing, holding his breath, rolling his eyes back. He was having the time of his life. I took both his wrists and pinned them overhead. Then I started grinding him hard.

"This filthy whore is going to give you the fuck of your life. And you'll be spoiled forever for your pretty American wife," I hissed at him to play my role.

That did it! He spurted into me. I rubbed my clit real hard on his groin to catch up with him. It was a good orgasm. I took a minute to feel it and its aftereffects. "So that's what it's like to fuck an old far," I told myself. I pulled my pussy off of him. I cleaned up myself, him, and the floor in that order.

I hung a few more weeks around the senior home. Dan snitched on me, but everyone thought it was his dementia. Sometimes, getting your curiosity answered is worth it.