The mature woman's breathing quickened noticeably as she felt my hard cock pressed against her lower back and my strong hands on her hips. Her soft, voluptuous body trembled slightly, the damp clothes clinging to her curves as she stood at the kitchen counter.
Rain continued to fall outside, but the heat between us in the small kitchen was rising rapidly. Sandra's hands paused on the counter, clearly conflicted between her caring instincts and the undeniable arousal the young, naked, well-hung neighbor was causing her.
My thick cock throbbed against her skin, leaving a trail of precum as I held her close, savoring the moment of having this lonely GILF trapped between my body and the counter.
"What should I do, Grandma?" I asked as I started putting my hand on her trousers waistband, playing with it teasingly. I was planning to pull it down to reveal her massive, mature ass.
