Her eyes snapped open. The drowsiness vanished, replaced by alarm. "No — no, no, no, wait—" She pushed against my arms. "My daughter would arrive. She said she would come back today. It's already evening, she could—"
I threw her on the bed.
Her thick body hit the silk sheets. The impact sent ripples through her flesh — her breasts spreading, her belly softening, her thighs bouncing apart. Her hair — silver-streaked, tangled — fanned across the pillow. Her eyes were wide. Frightened. Excited.
I pounced.
My body covered hers — my chest pressing her breasts flat, my hips between her thighs, my cock — hard again, impossibly, insatiably hard — pressing against her pussy. She was soaked. Her juices and my cum from the previous session had mingled, creating a slick, warm mess between her legs. My cock slid through it, the friction minimal, the heat intense.
"Wait — son-in-law — we should not—"
