Her fingers made quick work of his belt, the buckle clattering against the floorboards. Jungkook's pants pooled around his ankles, revealing thick, veined flesh straining against his briefs. Tae's pink lips parted in genuine surprise. "Damn, grandpa," she breathed, tracing the bulge with one fingertip. "No wonder your wife died young—you probably fucked her to death." The old man growled as she peeled the fabric down, his cock springing free—heavy, flushed, the head glistening with precome. Tae whistled. "Bet the nursing home girls fought over this."

Jungkook shoved her onto the couch, his gnarled hands kneading her tits together around his shaft. The first drag of his cock between those pillowy boobs punched a groan from his chest. Tae giggled, swirling her tongue over the leaking tip each time it emerged. "Ever had a titjob, grandpa?" she murmured, squeezing tighter. Her nipples scraped his underside with every stroke. "Feel how soft I am? Imagine this while you—oh!—jerk your sad old dick at night."