Julian's pace grew brutal, his cock slamming deep, over and over. Gregoria was shaking, her mind completely blanking out, but the pleasure was too much.
"Ahh—ohh—Julian—!" Her moans ca in broken gasps, her body chasing whatever Julian was giving her. Every thrust sent another wave crashing through her, building her up, pushing her closer to the edge.
Julian could feel it—feel the way she clenched around him, her walls gripping him tighter, her thighs trembling. His grip on her hips tightened, nails digging into her soft skin as he ramd into her harder, chasing his own edge.
"You're close, Grandma," he whispered. His fingers found her clit again. "I can feel you fucking squeezing —don't fight it, cum for ."
Gregoria whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut as her entire body tensed. She tried to hold it back, tried to fight the rising explosion, but Julian was ruthless.
"No—ahh—Julian, I—I can't—!"
"Yes, you can," he growled, biting harder at her neck. "Fucking cum. Right now."
"Ohhh—fuck—Julian—!" she scread, the pleasure unbearable as it rippled through her in violent waves.
Her walls pulsed around him, clenching him tighter as her orgasm overwheld her senses. Her legs trembled, her arms giving out as pleasure swallowed her whole. She could feel herself gushing around him, her juices spilling down her thighs, soaking both of them in her release.
Julian groaned, feeling her tighten, her pussy milking him, pulling him to the edge.
"Fuck—fuck, Grandma—" he groaned, his thrusts turning wild. "Ohhh—fuck—take it, Grandma—take all of it—!"
With a deep, final thrust, he buried himself completely as he ca. Thick ropes of cum spilled inside her, hot and endless. His hips jerked, each pulse of his cock spilling another spurt of cum deep into her spent, trembling body.
He stayed buried inside, gasping for breath as his cum mixed with hers, leaking out in a slow, filthy trail.
Gregoria was still gasping, still shaking from the violent surge of pleasure Julian had just driven through her. The slick heat between her legs lingered, a reminder of how she'd given in, how she'd fallen under his control.
She couldn't look away from Augustus's body, the man who had once held her heart, now a silent witness to her degradation. She stood straighter, trying to regain so form of composure, but it was all in vain.
"You're… a devil," she finally managed to utter.
Julian's grin spread wider, his gaze sated. "That's my girl," he purred, his gaze never leaving her as he stepped back to admire the ss she had beco. His eyes lingered on the flush of her skin, the way her chest rose and fell with each labored breath, the wetness that still clung to her between her thighs.
"Next ti," Julian teased, "maybe we won't keep him asleep."
Her heart skipped at the thought—next ti? The words hung in the air, a twisted temptation she couldn't quite push away. She refused to let him see the flicker of desire that stirred inside her at the suggestion, but it was there.
Gregoria shot him a glare, though her eyes betrayed her. They flicked down to Augustus's still body before snapping back to Julian, fighting back the tremor in her chest.
"Shut up," she finally snapped, though the fire behind her words was gone, replaced by sothing darker, more dangerous. "You don't own ."
Julian, however, wasn't fooled. His sharp grin only deepened. "What's that look, Grandma?" he teased, his voice low and smooth. "Mad at ? Or mad at yourself for liking it?"
His hand brushed a lock of sweat-soaked hair from her face, his fingers grazing her skin with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. She shivered but didn't pull away.
"You think you can fight ?" Julian whispered, moving closer until his chest nearly brushed hers, his breath hot against her ear. "You're still mine, whether you admit it or not."
Gregoria tried to stay strong, but her body betrayed her. The wetness between her legs thickened, a humiliating reminder of how far she'd fallen. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing back the emotions. But Julian wasn't about to let her keep her defenses up for long.
He reached out, his hand sliding up her thigh, lifting the edge of her nightgown, exposing her. Gregoria gasped, but her body didn't retreat. His fingers found the slickness between her legs, teasing her entrance. His thumb brushed over her clit, slow and purposeful, drawing another helpless gasp from her.
"Mmh!" she gasped, her eyes fluttering as his touch sent sparks through her body. Her hands gripped his robe tighter, trying to hold onto sothing as the sensation grew more intense. She hated that she liked it. Hated how her body responded to him, how it begged for more.
"That's it, Grandma," Julian murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Moan for . Let him hear how much you want ." His fingers slid deeper, stretching her, working her slowly as he drew more pleasure from her. "Co on, tell you like it."
She couldn't help herself. The pleasure was overwhelming, filling her mind with thoughts of nothing but him.
"Ahh—Julian!" She moaned, her head falling back as her body arched, her hips grinding involuntarily. "Please, I—I need more!"
Julian's grin was predatory as he pushed deeper, his pace quickening. "That's it, Grandma," he growled, his thumb rubbing faster. "Cum for . Let hear you scream."
And then it hit. The release washed through her, brutal and intense. "Ohhh, fuck—Julian!" Her body clenched around his fingers, her pussy gushing juices as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her.
Her legs trembled, her entire body shaking as she rode out the orgasm, clenching and unclenching around his fingers, as though she couldn't get enough.
"God, you're filthy," Julian muttered, pulling his fingers out slowly, savoring the way she clung to him.
His lips hovered over hers, teasing her with a kiss. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, tasting her while his hands road down her body, claiming every inch of her.
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