Josephine Hawthorne was an adult, so she didn't have the natural shyness of a little girl. Her gaze fell on the camera, and she gently stroked it, her eyes filled with longing.
"Let's record it once and see. If it looks good, we'll record every time in the future. If not, we'll delete it."
"Okay."
...
In the master bedroom upstairs, Harry Zachary found a suitable place to set up the camera, then the two of them went to take a shower.
Harry Zachary came out wrapped in a towel, Josephine Hawthorne was wrapped in a bathrobe with a towel around her head.
Before starting, Harry Zachary turned on the camera, then turned to hook Josephine Hawthorne's waist full of extra flesh. She placed her hands on Harry Zachary's chest and raised an eyebrow, "This time, I'll take the initiative."
Harry Zachary was pushed onto the bed by Josephine Hawthorne, and the old woman pressed down on him like a toad, holding Harry Zachary's face and kissing his lips incessantly.
