Olivia didn’t reply imdiately. Instead, she looked back at , her eyes dark with lust and a dangerous mix of jealousy and excitent.
Her fingers gave my cock a slow, deliberate squeeze, almost as if silently claiming it in front of her granddaughter’s voice. Her massive breasts rose and fell with her quickened breathing, her nipples still hard.
The situation was incredibly tense and taboo, Aria standing right outside the door, completely unaware that her grandmother was naked, holding her boyfriend’s cock, just seconds away from getting fucked by him.
"Do you think I’m being too hard on him?" Olivia asked, her voice carrying through the door with mock innocence. At the sa ti, she tightened her grip around my rock-hard cock and gave it a slow, deliberate stroke, making a filthy, silent comparison only the two of us understood.
Her thumb brushed over the swollen head, spreading the precum that was leaking from .
"No, I didn’t an it like that, Grandma," Aria replied quickly from the other side of the door, sounding a little flustered.
I couldn’t help but smirk. Olivia looked up at with a lustful, mischievous glint in her eyes as she continued slowly milking my thick shaft with her experienced hand.
"Don’t worry, Aria," I said, my voice husky and slightly strained with pleasure. "Your grandma is taking very good care of right now."
The mont I said it, Olivia’s lips curled into a wicked smile. She leaned down without warning and dragged her warm, wet tongue across my sensitive nipple, licking it slowly before gently sucking on it. The sensation made my cock twitch hard in her hand.
"Don’t worry, baby," Olivia added sweetly, her voice dripping with false innocence while she continued stroking . "I’ll take good care of him. I promise."
Her tongue flicked my nipple again as she spoke, clearly enjoying the twisted ga. She was holding her granddaughter’s boyfriend’s cock, stroking it slowly, and licking his chest, all while speaking to Aria like a caring grandmother.
Aria, completely unaware of the depravity happening just a few feet away, sounded relieved.
"Okay... thank you, Grandma. I’ll see you both downstairs then."
Olivia didn’t reply right away. Instead, she looked up at with dark, hungry eyes, her hand still wrapped possessively around my throbbing cock as we listened to Aria’s footsteps walking away.
The second the sound faded, Olivia’s expression turned feral.
She imdiately pushed onto my back and climbed on top of with urgent, almost desperate hunger. Straddling my waist, she leaned down and attacked my chest, kissing and sucking on my nipples with wet, hungry sounds.
Her warm mouth felt like heaven as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive buds before biting down gently, then harder.
"Ahh, fuck, baby..." I groaned, pleasure shooting through my body like electricity. Olivia’s experienced mouth was driving crazy, she knew exactly how to use her lips, tongue, and teeth to make my nipples throb with sensitivity.
"Ummm..." she moaned deeply against my skin, not saying a single word.
She was too far gone. Talking to her granddaughter through the door while stroking my cock and laying naked beside had finally broken her restraint. The jealousy, the possessiveness, and the raw lust had consud her completely.
She moved up and kissed fiercely, shoving her tongue into my mouth with wild passion. Her moans vibrated into the kiss as she devoured my lips, grinding her wet pussy against my hard cock trapped between our bodies.
Olivia had turned into sothing almost feral. She started kissing and biting down my neck, leaving red marks on my skin while moaning like a whore, completely lost in her desire.
Her heavy breasts pressed and rubbed against my chest as she moved, her wide hips rolling and grinding on with urgent need.
She was too possessive now, almost like she had been possessed by a succubus. Every kiss, every bite, every roll of her hips scread lust.
The elegant, composed grandmother was gone. In her place was a jealous, cock-hungry woman determined to remind exactly who could make feel the most pleasure.
I couldn’t let her overwhelm like that. No matter how hungry and possessive she was, I needed to remind her who owned her.
I suddenly grabbed both of Olivia’s arms and pinned them behind her back, holding her wrists together with one strong hand. She gasped and imdiately tried to free herself, struggling against my grip, but I was far stronger. Her mature, voluptuous body writhed on top of , her heavy breasts swaying with the movent.
Her mouth kept trying to reach my nipples, desperate to bite and suck them, but I held her firmly in place, denying her what she wanted.
"You are such a filthy grandma, Olivia," I growled, my voice low and dominant.
Slap!
I brought my free hand up and slapped her face sharply. The sound echoed in the room as her head turned slightly from the impact. Olivia cried out in pleasure, her body jolting on top of .
I didn’t stop. I slapped her cheek again, harder this ti, watching her flushed face turn even redder. Then again. And again. Each firm slap made her moan louder, her eyes watering with lust as her head snapped from side to side.
Her hips never stopped moving, grinding desperately against my hard cock trapped between us. Her soaked pussy coated my shaft with her juices as she rubbed herself on like a bitch in heat.
"Slap harder..." Olivia begged shalessly, her voice hoarse and broken with lust. "Please... slap harder, Alex."
She was a filthy slut who wanted roughness on her mature body.
I slapped her face again, harder this ti.
"Ahhh~" Olivia moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Please fill with your cum, Alex... please!"
"Yeah? Why would I do that?" I growled, slapping her again.
"I want to feel your baby inside ..." she begged shalessly, her voice broken and desperate.
The words hit hard. This was insane. I was her granddaughter’s boyfriend, and here she was, literally begging to knock her up and breed her womb.
She had completely lost her mind.
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