Grandpa Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Client number 47 will be here in ten minutes. His preferences are listed on the tablet beside you. Enjoy yourself, Elena.” I read the profile while the pump gently tugged at my nipples. Mr. Harlan Graves. Forty-eight years old. Billionaire tech investor. Fetishes: prolonged breast worship, forced let-down through edging and orgasm, deep penetration while drinking directly from the source, creampie finish. Safe word: “mercy.” The door opened and he stepped in. Mr. Graves was tall, silver at the temples, impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit. His eyes darkened the moment he saw me strapped to the bench, milk already beading and dripping from my thick brown nipples.

And upon that i grab his face with my hands, stand on my toes and kiss him on the lips, a sweet soft kiss but full of my love for him. We part and smile at each other! "Well that's a revelation!! Well ehm yeah that changes things i think!" Granny says but grandpa looks angry with a disgusted look in our direction. "Grandpa while you look like that?!" I ask him worriedly. "This....this whole thing is wrong do you hear!!First youre crazy mother and now look at you two! He's my stepfather for Christ sake!!" "Don't make me laugh, from the beginning this was all a fake, just tell them Dan, tell them the truth what you also told me!" I say and he sighs deeply and takes his seat at the kitchen tabl

He fucked me like he’d been holding back for weeks…hard, deep and relentless. “Fuck… yes… right there!” I cried out, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him even deeper. Bruce leaned down, sucking hard on my neck while his hips snapped forward again and again. “You like that? You like getting fucked by your friend’s dad?” he whispered hotly against my ear, his fingers never stopping on my clit. “Such a naughty girl… creaming all over my cock.” I moaned even louder, the dirty words pushing me closer to the edge. “Yes… oh fuck, Bruce… I love it… harder!”

It was starting to get real hot and my shirt was starting to cling to my body. “ grandma excuse us for a second,we have both have test in the morning so we would love to go study for it” i had never made up a lie so fast I forgot tomorrow was Saturday but my grandma seemed to have believe that, i lifted her from her waist and flung her over my shoulder,and Ran up the stairs,her big shirt gathered around her waist,her bare bum facing me,I could smell her sex that was literally dripping down her thighs,I tried my hardest not to just dip my fingers in there and lick it, we got into the room and I plopped her down in the bed so we could continue. I took off my shirt and shorts and ripped away he

My biggest problem wasn’t writer’s block. It was a terminal, throbbing case of blue balls, and the only cure was Damian. I could write a thousand words about the slick heat of skin on skin, the guttural sounds a man makes when he’s about to come, the exact way a cock pulses in your hand. My anonymous stories in the university literary magazine were legendary, the most dog-eared, most whispered-about pages in the whole publication. Everyone thought "A. N. Onymous" was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual.

I trailed off, my face burning. Kai chuckled, his voice a deep grumble as he pulled me into the warm spray. "Baby girl, don’t be embarrassed about sex. What we shared is beautiful." He kissed my cheek, his touch as casual as if we had been discussing the weather. "Besides, even your Grandpa fucks." "Kai!" I gasped, mortified, smacking his arm. He just smirked, clearly entertained by my horror.

she muttered. Noah's twin boys didn't even blink when their Baptist grandmother straddled Adam's lap, her sundress rucked up to her hips as Jeff whispered something that made her gasp. "Mom says it's just Sunday service," one shrugged, tossing a football to his brother. Micah's Russian in-laws barely made it through cocktails before his father-in-law was on his knees, groaning around Marcus's cock while Adam's fingers twisted in his wife's hair. Their teenage granddaughter rolled her eyes.

Ji’lahni said, as they laughed. “Oh, you think it’s funny thinking about my grandma having sex. Your grandma had how many kids? Five girls and five boys right?” “Lynn you shut the fuck up, you don’t say that shit about our granny. God gave her those kids; I don’t know what the fuck you trying to say. But you will not talk about our grandma like that.” Ji’lahni and Mina said, all laughter gone from their faces. Lynn started laughing at them as they glared at her for telling them that her grandmother wasn’t the only one getting it in. “Well leave my grandmother alone, she’s a nice old lady that don’t think or do those kinds of things.” Lynn said, looking at her grandmother who stared at her wi

The people of Rue City could not say no about Grandma going to tell her life story because they all felt happily jealous of my grandparents’ relationship and that they were waiting for this moment since the Strawberry’s Coffee Shop was built when they first met them. Grandma clears her throat and sighed deeply before she started. “I used to write love stories wherein I make the female ones to die in the end so that the male ones would suffer extreme pain till they die with their broken stone hearts. . . .because I was mad of all the love stories I heard in the world that boys couldn’t turn into a man because of their stupid lusts!” she sounded angry when she said the last two words. She inha

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.