I give an escort to the dirty old man and we break his ass together.

The old man's hands trembled as he fumbled with the condom wrapper, his heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. The escort, a beautiful young woman with a body that could belong to a goddess, watched him intently, her eyes filled with curiosity and perhaps a hint of amusement. When he finally managed to get the condom on, he pushed her back onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. Without any further hesitation, he delved into her, groaning loudly at the intensity of the sensation that consumed him. The escort arched her back, letting out a soft moan of pleasure that filled the room. Despite the initial roughness of their encounter, there was an undeniable tenderness between them; each stroke was accompanied by a glance or a soft touch from one to the other. As the old man grew more experienced, his movements became more fluid and deliberate, mirroring the increasing responsiveness of his partner. The warmth of the room seemed to intensify with every shared breath, and the crackling sound of the fireplace was the only audible echo in the otherwise silent room. Gradually, their pace quickened, and the explosive crescendo of their physical union was met with rapturous gasps and deep sighs of pleasure and satisfaction.