"Keep talking—tell me how good your grandson's cock feels while I fuck you senseless."
His hips slammed into her with brutal force, each thrust driving deeper and deeper. His hands remained tight on her hips, anchoring her to the bed as he claimed her. His lips were inches near hers, their breath hot and ragged.
"Ahh—Julian!" Gregoria cried, the pleasure too traitorous, too delicious. "It's… it's tearing me apart—God, you're too deep!" Her nails scratched his back, leaving red trails as her hips moved up to meet his rhythm.
"You're—ahh—so wrong for this," she gasped, her words and moans mingling. "Fucking me like some… some animal—my own grandson…" Her eyes kept on shutting and opening as if she was unsure how to process everything. "It's sick… But it feels—fuck—it feels like fire, burning me alive."
Her pussy clenched harder, her orgasm threatening to break free any moment.
