Sexy Grandmas Like Yolanda Begs To Suck Her Grandsons Cock

I’ve always had a weakness for tall boys with slow smiles and hands that linger just a second too long. Sexy Grandmas like me are dying to drain your balls… and baby, I can’t wait till you shoot your thick load all over my face.

He knocked on my door just after sunset.

I knew it was him before I even looked through the peephole. That deep voice carries. Smooth. Confident. Dangerous in the most delicious way. I took my time answering, smoothing down my dress, letting the silk hug my curves just right. A mature woman like me knows presentation is everything.

When I opened the door, he stood there towering over me, broad shoulders filling the frame. His eyes dragged slowly from my lips down to my hips and back up again. I didn’t invite him in right away. I like to make a man wait. Anticipation is foreplay.

“You gonna keep me out here all night, Grandma?” he asked.

I stepped aside, my perfume brushing against him as he walked in. The air shifted instantly. Thick. Charged. He wasn’t here to borrow sugar this time. No. This time his energy was different. Hungry.

We sat close on the couch… closer than anyone should. My thigh pressed against his. I could feel the heat radiating from him. He leaned in, his voice low against my ear.

“I’ve been thinking about you.”

I smiled slowly. “Oh? And what exactly have you been thinking?”

His hand rested on my knee, thumb tracing lazy circles. Bold. I didn’t stop him. I wanted to see how far he’d go. A younger woman might giggle or blush. Me? I locked eyes with him and let him see the desire I wasn’t even trying to hide.

He confessed he’d imagined my lips, my touch, my experience. Said he couldn’t stop picturing what it would feel like to have all my attention on him. And the way he said it… whew. A grown man asking so sweetly for something so wicked.

I stood up slowly, letting him watch the sway of my hips. “You sure you can handle a woman like me?” I teased.

He followed me without hesitation.

That’s the thing about a woman like Yolanda. I don’t chase. I invite you. I tempt. I let a man step willingly into my world, knowing once he does, he’ll never look at his front porch the same way again.

Some fantasies are dangerous.

And I love every single forbidden second.

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