I Let The Grandpa Fuck Me In the Kitchen
Jeff is playing video games while I clean up around him. The kid is a brat, but his parents pay well, so I take his bullshit and enjoy my lifestyle, thanks to him.
A knock on the door startles me, and I check my watch. Grandpa is already here to pick Jeff up, and I still have some shit to do before I can go home.
I open the door, and the athletic and handsome man gives me a bright smile that makes my heart skip a beat.
"Hey, Julie, how have you been?"
I smile too, moving to the side to let him in. "I'm great, Mr. Stark."
He stops in his tracks, turning to face me. "Call me Rick, please. Mr. Stark is my father."
We walk into the living room, to see Jeff still glued to his video games, withou paying any attention to what's happening around him.
"Jeff, buddy, let's go," Rick says, leaning closer to him.
The kid doesn't even look away from the TV.
"Jeff, your grandpa is here already," I say, stepping in front of the TV, trying to get his attention.
"Five minutes," Jeff finally says, trying to see past me. "No get out of my way."
I glance at Rick, before moving to the side.
"Can I get you something to drink?" I ask Rick.
"Some sparkling water would be great, thanks."
I walk to the kitchen with Rick right behind me.
He takes a seat in one of the high chairs, looking at me as I step in my tiptoes, trying to reach the tall cabinet and fetch him a glass.
I'm too short for this kitchen, but I manage to get a glass.
When I turn to face him, his eyes are glued to my buttom, and I feel the eat running through my body, directly into my pussy.
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