Oscar's palms momentarily blur up the screen as he adjusts the cameraphone, and then he stands back to survey the new angle.
The frame readjusts, and then focuses in on Carlos, who is stroking his slick cock at the edge of the bed, looking hesitantly into the front-facing camera.
"¡Esta bien!" Oscar finalizes, satisfied with his new role as the Roger Deakins of the Mature amateur porn section. He crawls back to his position on the mattress in front of his top.
Carlos was a tall, strapping, young man, who was ugly in a handsome way. But his real capital was in the fat, uncut slab of meat he was toting around.
Oscar was a complete 180 of those traits.
The boy begins to slide chorizo in as Oscar pulls out a small amber bottle, plugging one nostril while taking a long sip through the other. He repeats this step with the other nostril as the boy begins to pick up his pace.
Oscar caps the bottle and takes a long exhale, collapsing completely into ecstasy a few seconds later. The sagging skin on his body reverberates with every pounding of flesh.
"Ay papa," Oscar moans in between the soundtrack of skin crashing. Carlos is relentless, looking to either finish the job rapidly or induce suffering, possibly both in tandem.
The video begin to stutter on Randy's 70" Samsung.
"It's okay," Oscar says, taking his non-lubed hand and flicking around on the same phone he filmed this grandaddy porn with.
The Asian bear, Mickey, rushes over to help the Latin Luddite with his Airplaying.
On the couch across from me, a middle-aged black twink is sucking the spongy cock attached to Chad, who definitely wasn't the Chad of Gen-Z fantasies.
Next to them, a white otter, whose name escapes me, flicks his tongue across Randy's jarring nipples while he palms his ball gut with both hands.
Michael, the young black bear, shakes the bottle of Woodford Reserve in front of me.
