The old man's weathered hands, a testament to his years, grasp Marina's chin, tilting her head back as he slides his thick, veiny cock past her plump lips. She gags initially, her eyes watering, but the old man, with a patience born of experience, coaches her, urging her to relax her throat. He groans, feeling her inexpert tongue trace the ridges of his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks, learning the rhythm of his hips. The room fills with the wet, sloppy sounds of her inexperience, punctuated by the old man's grunts of approval.