The Omnistore System

Chapter 470: Slutty grandma (R-18)



Viana, flushed and breathing heavily, felt Keith's moans vibrating against her skin. She couldn't help but feel a thrill from the contact, despite the fact that her clothes still clung to her. The fabric of her shirt had been tugged and twisted out of place, her pants slightly unbuttoned as Kevin's hand had earlier ventured lower. She felt more exposed in this half- dressed state, her body heated from the constant teasing and touching, her nerves on edge. Even though she was still somewhat covered, the sight of her disheveled state-clothes clinging to her in all the wrong places.

Kevin's pace finally slowed, his body pressing firmly against Keith's back as he relished the final waves of his own climax. His hands, however, didn't stop exploring. One still toyed with Viana's breast, the other moving lower to rest on her hip, his fingers brushing teasingly along the waistband of her pants, sending small shivers of anticipation through her. Keith, still lost in the afterglow of her orgasm, trembled between them, her body limp and spent, though her fingers continued to idly caress Viana's skin.

Keyara stood in the shadows, her face flushed red with desire as she peeked into the room, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her. Her pants were now pooled on the floor around her ankles, discarded in a moment of lustful desperation. Her panties were crumpled alongside them, leaving her completely exposed.

Her blonde pubic hair, thick and unruly, framed her swollen, dripping sex as she furiously worked her fingers in and out of her slick folds. Unlike Keith's more neatly trimmed pubic hair, Keyara's pubes were wild and curly, untamed and natural, only adding to the intensity of the moment. Her two fingers plunged deep inside her soaked entrance, moving with a frantic pace as she tried to reach her own orgasm.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

But just as she was on the edge, Keyara stopped herself, not wanting to climax without more action to push her over. It wasn't that the scene before her wasn't arousing enough-far from it. The sight of Kevin's muscular, sweat-slicked body as he gripped Viana's half-naked form and pulled her closer, squeezing Keith's trembling, sweaty body between them, was more than enough to ignite her lust. She could even see Keith's slick, swollen vagina dripping with Kevin's thick, white semen, the lewdness of it almost too much to bear.

If this were just a video, she would have easily brought herself to orgasm to the sight alone. But in person, there was a thrill, an electric charge in the air that made her hold back, thinking there could be even more intense, more lascivious moments yet to come. They weren't finished, not yet—and she wasn't about to miss anything more exciting.

Just then, Viana's voice cut through the air. "Can you do me now?" she asked, her gaze fixed on Keith's flushed face. Keith's eyes had been rolled back in the midst of her pleasure, her mouth parted in a wide, euphoric smile. But hearing Viana's words, Keith's eyes fluttered open, filled with a playful tease as she grinned back at her.

"Are you really asking him to fuck you in front of your own granddaughter?" Keith asked, her voice dripping with amusement. "you really are a slut.."

Keith's teasing grin only widened as she shifted slightly in Kevin's arms, still sandwiched between him and Viana. Her body, slick with sweat and the remnants of her orgasm, trembled lightly as she gazed at Viana with a playful yet devious spark in her eyes.

Viana's cheeks flushed deeply at Keith's teasing words, guilt washing over her entire body like a cold wave. She wanted to say she also had sex in front of her, her grandmother. What's wrong with her doing the same? But couldn't muster a single retort, her mind swimming in a mix of shame and longing.

The heat between her thighs, however, was becoming unbearable, making it difficult for her to resist the growing temptation. Her gaze dropped to the floor as Keith slowly distanced herself, her presence still lingering like a ghost on Viana's skin.

As Keith pulled away, Kevin's thick length slipped out of her, leaving a trail of semen that dripped from her still-trembling core. The sight of it made Viana's heart race even faster, her pulse pounding in her ears. Kevin, the silent participant in this twisted game, remained still, waiting for Keith's next command. His eyes flicked between the two women, a smirk tugging at his lips as the tension in the room grew thicker.

Keith leaned in closer to Viana, her lips brushing against the shell of her ear, her breath warm and intoxicating. The sensation sent an involuntary shiver down Viana's spine, her body responding instinctively to the closeness. Keith's voice was soft but commanding, dripping with suggestion. "If you really want him that badly," she whispered, her tone teasing yet darkly alluring, "there's something you'll have to do first."

She looked at Keith, uncertainty flickering in her eyes, but the heat and tension in the room made it impossible for her to turn back now. She could feel her own arousal burning hotter, a tingling need pulsing in her core, urging her to agree to whatever Keith had in mind, no matter how humiliating.

Keith's eyes glinted with mischief as she continued, "If you want him, you'll have to earn it... by cleaning up his mess first." She glanced downward, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she spread her legs just enough for Viana to get a clear view. Between her granddaughter's trembling thighs, her glistening, dripping entrance was still coated with Kevin's thick semen, the milky fluid slowly oozing out and dripping down her inner thighs.

Viana's face flushed deeper with embarrassment and excitement, her body responding to the depravity of the situation even as her mind struggled to keep up. She hesitated for a moment, but the aching heat between her legs only grew more intense with every second that passed, the need to relieve it overwhelming her shame.

"I... I don't know if I can..." Viana whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. But even as she spoke, her gaze lingered on the slick, white fluid dripping from Keith's swollen lips, her own arousal surging at the thought of what she was about to do.

As the conversation about cleaning up Kevin's mess continued, Keyara's hand drifted down between her legs once more. She began to slowly massage her vagina, her movements starting gently as she succumbed to the arousal building within her.