Moaning starts low—‘Oh fuck yeah’—as grandma’s fingers wrap around his cock under the dining table. Daughter turns away for ‘just a second,’ but it’s too late. She yanks him up by the shirt, lips smacking against his as tongues clash. No lube, no warning—just desperate grinding on his lap while she whispers filthy shit like he’s her dirty little secret. Then she flips him onto his back mid-table and rides him like she owns the place.
