Olivia didn't reply immediately. Instead, she looked back at me, her eyes dark with lust and a dangerous mix of jealousy and excitement.
Her fingers gave my cock a slow, deliberate squeeze, almost as if silently claiming it in front of her granddaughter's voice. Her massive breasts rose and fell with her quickened breathing, her nipples still hard.
The situation was incredibly tense and taboo, Aria standing right outside the door, completely unaware that her grandmother was naked, holding her boyfriend's cock, just seconds away from getting fucked by him.
"Do you think I'm being too hard on him?" Olivia asked, her voice carrying through the door with mock innocence. At the same time, she tightened her grip around my rock-hard cock and gave it a slow, deliberate stroke, making a filthy, silent comparison only the two of us understood.
Her thumb brushed over the swollen head, spreading the precum that was leaking from me.
