Grandpa has no other name, yet with his English as a Second Language peasant accent and died-and-gone-to-heaven enthusiasm, there’s really no need for one.
When 80-year-old Grandpa pleads for a “red-haired girl for fucking,” his prayers are answered. “Come, my angle, my angle,” he coos to the girl who briefly wears a festive Santa hat and oversized Santa dress. She never looks at Granpa, but she does crouch to gush his juice onto his face.
This is repeated, with varying degrees of eye contact, with a fire fighter who puts out the fire in his trousers, a job applicant whose work includes massaging every body party imaginable, and a young woman who isn’t content to put away his linens, but must learn what he hides in his underpants, as well.
Grandpa is neither an Adonis nor an attentive lover, but he sure is enthusiastic — and he loves bathing his face in his own cum.
Retailing: It’s pure freak factor; and well worth walking into the virtual sideshow tent to see.
