"What are you doing?" Sandra asked me, her voice shaky as she saw how lustfully I was looking at her mature body.
The way her body looked. Damn. Her soft, thick figure, the way her wet shirt clung to her massive breasts, and her soft belly glistening with raindrops made me throb. I just wanted to bend her over right there in the hallway and shove my massive cock deep into her mature asshole.
"Nothing, Grandma. It's just you interrupted what I was doing with Tiffany," I said as I still stroked my cock slowly, my hand moving up and down the thick, veiny shaft.
I made no attempt to hide it, letting her see every stroke while my eyes roamed over her wet body, watching the rain drops glisten on her soft belly and deep navel.
Sandra quickly put a hand on her boobs over her t-shirt, trying to cover herself. Her nipples were hardening noticeably, poking against the thin fabric, and she clearly didn't want me to see how her body was reacting to the sight of my naked, stroking form.
