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"You slut! What dirty deals did you make for this funeral? You're not worthy of being my fiancée." He raised his hand to slap me, but a strong grip stopped him. A stern middle-aged man pushed him aside and helped me up. "A grown man hitting a woman? Have some shame." Joseph hurried over, whispering, "Charlotte, this is General Soto." Tears spilled out of me before I could stop them, sudden and violent, like someone clinging to a last scrap of hope. "General," I cried, "they won't let me bury my grandpa. They even put a dog in his grave to humiliate him."

"Fuck... this is hot as fuck, getting screwed and recorded while I can see it... this is too much... I want the whole package... like grandma got. Please, start the recording then put your bad fella into me... then fuck me like a slut bent over you desk. If it's secure. Can you burn me a copy?" I let the strange "grandma" comment pass, it seemed out of place but maybe it was something from those Penthouse Letters.

He was losing his grip, holding it tight, he was struggling to breathe until she came first, his long-kept patient came out bursting. With the tiring erotic dance they did, they both slumped in each other arms. Still amazed about what just happened, the old man looked at the girl, who was snuggling inside his chest. “Are you satisfied?” he mused feeling a little younger thinking he had slept with a younger lady. “Not quite but you’re not bad yourself grandpa,” she replied, still feeling cozy inside his saggy arm. “How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking,” “Sixteen, I’m of marrying age, grandpa,”

He fished around in the sex kit and took out a big vibrator. "I'll give you something to make it really special." Gramps said. He went around behind his girl and, as Tiffany continued spitting, Gramps helped Cleopatra out of her skirt. Jim gazed up at her exposed, damp pussy and the bulging firmness of her buttocks. Gramps made her spread her legs, then he reached around and roughly shoved the vibrator up inside her. Jim could hear the muffled buzzing of the toy, before Cleopatra started shouting and moaning. There was a clatter as Gramps' pants fell around his ankles. He was slapping the side of his girl's firm ass with his wrinkled dick, very much like Mr Harvitz had done earlier in the da

Either way, my face was completely red. “Oh that’s nothing. I once walked in on Gabby having an orgy with a bunch of different men while two were fully shifted and just watching! Apparently Omegas are so rare if you can get one that’s willing to share you better get on it,” my grandmother said, casually. I cringed. My jaw dropped when I noticed Finch nodding. I quickly remembered their mother had numerous lovers. Ick! No! “What the hell are all these cough drops for Grace,” I heard, as my grandfather began slamming drawers.

Grandpa Jason seemed to be having the time of his life, telling me what a hot little slut I was, comparing my pussy to the way Grandma used to be back in the day. He rolled me on to my back and pulled my legs up over his shoulders until his huge cock was nearly bumping my cervix with every thrust, his breathing became deeper and deeper as his hard fucking shook me like an earthquake. I stared up into his face and bit my lip, wanting to cum again, but just too tired. If Marcus was ever too busy to satisfy me, I knew who’s door I’d be knocking on.

I felt shy but I didn't stop him because I wanted this so much. Grant looked at my pussy for a long time, using his fingers to open me gently. He patted my pussy softly with his palm, then rubbed it in slow circles and DAMN, it felt so good. I moaned and threw my head backwards, the warm water running down my body making everything slippery and nice. “You like older men touching you?” he asked with a smirk on his face. I nodded, biting my lips hard. “Your body is tempting and I find it difficult to resist even though I have been here for barely 24 hours.”

The next morning, I heard him instruct Grace to open the door for me which she did. “ Come to daddy, I have missed you”. That was the first thing Lawson said, came to me and started kissing. We kissed, smooched,for some minutes after, we had a hot passionate sex right there on the couch in the sitting room. “This is what I want, don't you dare deny me your body ever again”. Lawson said as he collapsed on the floor.

“After that, you have him take you from behind first—deep and forceful, like a stallion covering a mare—then roll onto your back quick with your hips tilted high so his seed stays deep. None of that lazy lying on your side!” The old woman gestured crudely with both hands, demonstrating styles. Mrs Sinclair let out a sharp, horrified gasp, her face turning bright red as she covered her mouth. “Mother!” I sat on my hands, my lips twisting as I desperately suppressed a massive wave of laughter and pure amusement. The sheer absurdity of Tyler’s grandma giving me fertility advice was the funniest thing I had experienced in weeks. “I’m just stating facts!” Grandmother Sinclair bragged, lifting her

he asked plainly, like he was asking about the weather. My mouth opened. Closed. Heat crawled up my neck. “Wow. We’re jumping right in today, huh?” “Answer the question.” I swallowed. “Yeah. I did.” He nodded. “Why?” “Because I was thinking about what you said.” “Which part?” “That I use sex to disapear.” He tilted his head. “And did it help?” “No,” I admitted. “It made me feel more alone.” “That’s progress.” I rolled my eyes. “It feels like hell.”