Location, A sterile, fluorescent-lit laundromat at 3 AM. The air smells of artificial lavender and despair. Rows of industrial washers hum like angry bees. Sign on the wall says “DIRTY GERTIES LAUDRMAT” . The Character, (* Gran’ Gertie:60), years old, a rotund goddess of lust. Her blonde hair is pinned up in a frantic, slightly askew bun with bangs that have escaped to frame her flushed face. Her skin is a map of wrinkles, glowing with sweat and lust. * Outfit, A white blouse, unbuttoned down to her navel, straining against two massive, sagging tits that sway with gravitational defiance. A black mini-skirt is hiked up to her waist, revealing her chubby, pale thighs and absolutely no panties. She’s bent over a folding table, her rear end jiggling with every thrust. The Action, * The Intercourse, Two black men, late 30s, muscular and gleaming with oil, (or maybe just fabric softener), are fucking her, One from behind. The other from in front, They are synchronized, a rhythmic pounding that shakes the folding table. virginal sex, handjob. Gertie is holding onto a basket of colorful underwear in one hand the other is stroking the cock of the man in front. The Climax, The men are mid-creampie, their hips locked. Gertie’s eyes are rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. A is dripping off her pussy, frozen in mid-air.