My Steamy Story: johns grandfather Al comes to move in wi...

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I’m low-key living a nightmare, bestie. When John’s grandpa, Al, moved in, I knew it was big yikes. He’s this old, gross, misogynist fuck who’d say the most sus shit with a smirk. I hated his guts, period. John, my sweet, average king, tried to keep the peace, but Al? He was always lurking.

It started with “accidental” brushes against my ass when John was in the other room. I’d clapback hard, but my body… sheesh. My pussy would throb in a way it never did with John. Al’s confidence was a toxic rizz I couldn’t shake. One day, he cornered me in the laundry room, his hand sliding up my thigh. “Stop fighting it, girlie,” he grunted, and his fingers found my clit through my leggings. I wanted to scream, but a moan slipped out instead. It was pleasure so intense, so dirty, it shook me.

Now? I’m his. Last night, on my knees in the kitchen while John slept upstairs, Al fed me his cock – and it’s huge, no cap, makes John’s look like a baby carrot. I was sobbing, but my mouth was wide open, greedy. “That’s my good pet,” he growled, and I fucking melted. My pride is gone. I just crave his disgusting, old-man touch. Big yikes is right. I’m totally corrupted.