She knew someone was watching when she let him in. Grandma’s silk robe barely covers her thick thighs as he presses his face between them. The first finger slips inside slow, teasing—then the cock follows without warning. Bent over the armchair, tits swinging free from her bra straps while he fucks that tight hole like it’s forbidden. The mirror above reflects his sweaty back and her flushed face when she turns just enough to catch him staring through the half-open door. No lube needed; years of practice make it slippery enough for both of them. His hands grip those plump hips hard enough to leave marks by the time cum starts shooting deep inside.
