You didn’t wait for permission. You climbed into his lap right there on the worn leather recliner, knees on either side of his thick thighs, and rolled your hips once so he could feel the heat of your bare cunt through the thin shorts you’d changed into. His cock was already half-hard, a heavy ridge pressing up against you.

“Been thinking about this all day,” you whispered against his ear, nipping the lobe. “Want to ride it until you fill me up.”

His big hands settled on your waist, fingers digging in. He didn’t tell you to stop. He just groaned low in his chest when you ground down harder, feeling him thicken and lengthen under you. You reached between your bodies, shoved the front of his sweatpants down, and freed that fat, veiny cock. It sprang up thick and heavy, the head already shiny. You wrapped your fist around it and stroked once, twice, watching a bead of precum well up at the slit.

You lifted up just enough to drag the head of him through your soaked folds, smearing that slick all over him. Then you sank down in one slow, filthy push.

The stretch burned in the best way. Grandpa’s cock was thick—thicker than anyone you’d ever taken—and it forced your cunt open wide around him. You felt every ridge, every pulse of him as you took him deeper, until your ass settled flush against his balls and he was buried to the root.

“Fuck… look at you,” he rasped, voice rough. His hands slid under your shirt, shoved it up, and cupped your tits, thumbs dragging over your nipples until they tightened into hard peaks. “Taking every inch like you were made for it.”

You started to move. Slow at first—lifting until just the head stayed inside, then dropping back down with a wet slap. Your juices coated his shaft, made everything slick and filthy. Each time you sank down you clenched around him, milking him, and he cursed under his breath, hips jerking up to meet you.

You rode him harder. The recliner creaked. Your tits bounced in his hands. You braced your palms on his broad chest and fucked yourself on that thick cock, chasing the drag of him against every sensitive place inside you. The wet sounds filled the room—obscene, rhythmic, your cunt squelching every time you took him deep.

Grandpa’s hands moved to your ass, spreading you wider so he could watch his cock disappear into you. “That’s it… bounce on it. Use me.” His voice was wrecked. He thrust up harder, meeting every drop of your hips, the head of him punching against that spot that made your vision blur.

You leaned forward, bracing on the armrests, and worked your hips in tight, grinding circles, rubbing your clit against the base of him. Pleasure coiled hot and tight in your belly. You were dripping down his balls, soaking the front of his pants. Every upward snap of his hips punched a moan out of you.

“Gonna come on it,” you gasped. “Gonna soak your cock while you fill me—”

He growled and sat up straighter, one arm banding around your waist so he could fuck up into you hard and deep. The angle changed. Every thrust dragged over that perfect place inside you. You shattered with a broken cry, cunt clamping down in hard, rhythmic pulses, flooding him with more slick as the orgasm ripped through you.

Grandpa didn’t stop. He kept driving up into your spasming cunt, chasing his own release while you trembled and clenched around him. His breath was hot against your neck. “Keep riding… take it… take every drop.”

You did. Even after your orgasm left you shaking, you kept bouncing on that thick cock, working him with your still-fluttering walls. You could feel him swelling, the head flaring inside you. His hands clamped on your hips hard enough to bruise and he buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan.

Hot, thick ropes of cum pulsed deep into you. Pulse after pulse, flooding your cunt until you felt it start to leak out around his still-throbbing shaft. He kept grinding up into you through it, milking every last spurt into your stuffed hole while you moaned at the filthy heat of it.

When he finally stilled, you stayed seated on him, breathing hard, feeling his cock twitch with aftershocks inside you. Cum dripped down onto his balls. You clenched once more just to feel it shift and leak.

Grandpa’s hands stroked slow and possessive over your back, then down to your ass, holding you there so nothing spilled too soon.

“Not done with you yet,” he murmured against your hair, already starting to harden again inside the mess he’d made. “Gonna keep this cunt full all night.”

You smiled against his neck and rolled your hips once more, feeling him thicken, ready for round two.

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