...didn’t mean to walk into the backyard. But there they were—grandma in that tight tank top, legs spread over the bench while he stands behind her. She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop grinding back against his cock. Then she turned around, lips already swollen from deepthroating him earlier. No warning, no shame—just a slow blink and that smirk like you’re not supposed to be here. Next thing you know? She’s on her knees again, fingers digging into his thighs as he fucks her mouth right by the water...
