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Chapter 626: The Old Lady’s Silence

Emily’s laugh was a razor wrapped in silk—low, slow, and deliberate, like she was savoring the taste of sothing rotten. "Aw," she crooned, her fingers walking down my stomach before wrapping around my cock, her thumb swiping the tip of my cover over the condom, which could burst any mont.

"Did I hit a nerve?" Her grip tightened, just shy of painful, her nails grazing the underside where I was most sensitive. " Is it just anger? Or Sothing else."

She guided

to her entrance, her pussy lips already glistening, swollen from anticipation. The head of my cock caught against her clit, and she rolled her hips, grinding against

with a wet, obscene sound—squelch—her breath hitching.

"Maybe if you weren’t so uptight," she whispered, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a poisoned honey, "you’d know what it feels like to have a real man between your legs instead of so sad, limp—"

BANG!

The door rattled in its fra, the old lady’s voice shrill but cracking at the edges. "I’m calling the police!"

Emily didn’t even flinch. She smirked, her free hand sliding down to spread herself open, the tip of my cock notching against her entrance. "Go ahead," she purred, her fingers circling her clit, slow and teasing.

"Explain to them how you’ve been pressing your ear to the door like a desperate, dried-up voyeur, waiting for the sound of my moans so you can pretend it’s you getting railed instead of ."

A choked, wet sound ca from the other side—half gasp, half sob. "I-I wasn’t listening! I was just—"

"Just what?" Emily’s voice dropped to a sweet, venomous croon, her hips rocking just enough to make the head of my cock slip inside her, just the tip, stretching her open with a slow, lewd pop.

"Just hoping to catch a glimpse?" Her nails dug into my shoulder, her breath stuttering as she forced herself to take another inch. "Maybe touch yourself while you imagine it’s your cunt getting split open instead of mine?"

"Y-You’re twisted!" The old lady’s voice was thin, breaking, the words barely more than a whisper.

"And you’re a liar," Emily shot back, her back arching as I pushed, the head of my cock breaching her in one slow, relentless thrust.

"Aaaaaaaaaah—FUCK—" Her voice cracked, her body locking up around , her pussy clenching like it was trying to push

out even as her hips rocked forward, greedy and conflicting.

"Hmmmm... Too big..." She gasped, her fingers flying to my chest, shoving

back just enough to control the depth.

"But that’s okay." Her laugh was breathless, dark. "You can keep pretending you’re not jealous while I—Ahhh!—get exactly what I want."

The old lady made another outraged noise, but it was drowned under Emily’s moan as she sank another inch onto , her pussy struggling, the stretch audible—a wet, ripping sound, like she was being split.

"Now run along, grandma," Emily panted, her nails raking down my back, her other hand still spread over her pussy, her clit throbbing under her fingers. "Unless you want to stick around and watch?"

Silence.

Thick. Heavy.

Then—

"Y-You’re both disguisting!" The old lady’s voice was shaking, raw with humiliation. "I-I never—!"

"Never what?" Emily’s voice was a purr, her hips rolling in tiny, teasing circles, her pussy clenching around just the tip. "Never had a man who knew what he was doing?"

She let out a broken, breathy laugh, her head falling back as she pushed herself down another fraction of an inch, her body resisting. "Never had the balls to actually ask for what you want?"

Her fingers tightened on my cock, her thumb pressing right against where we were connected, her pussy lips flared around , struggling.

"Old lady, let

tell you a secret..." She gasped, her voice thick with effort, her body trembling as she fought to take more. "My man’s cock..." Another inch slipped inside her, her breath hitching.

"Is too big..." Her free hand dropped to her clit, rubbing in frantic little circles. "Just the tip..." She moaned, her back arching, her pussy fluttering.

"Would be enough to make you cum hard..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes locking onto the door, like she could see the old lady through it. "Aaaaaah... hmmmm... Wouldn’t it?"

A whimper ca from the other side.

Emily’s cunt clenched around

like a vice, her walls fluttering as she took

deeper, her moans turning sloppy, her words dissolving into wet, broken sounds. "Nnngh—fuck, you’re so deep—" Her nails raked down my back, her other hand still spread over her pussy, her clit throbbing under her fingers.

She rode

in short, sharp rolls, her tits bouncing, her breath coming in ragged bursts. "Aaaaaaah, you hear that, hmmm....old hag?" she panted, her voice dripping with venom and lust. "Hear how wet I am for him? How my cunt just swallows him up like it’s starving?"

She slamd herself down harder, her pussy squelching around my cock, the sound obscene, echoing off the walls. "Aaaah—fuck—! That’s it, right there—!" Her head snapped toward the door, her lips curled in a feral grin.

"You wish you could take it like this, don’t you?" She reached down, spreading her lips wider, letting the old lady hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her cunt struggling to fit . "Bet your dusty little pussy hasn’t been stretched in decades—if ever!"

BANG!

The old lady’s fist pounded against the door again, but her voice was weak, trembling. "I—I swear, I’m calling—!"

"Oh, shut up," Emily snapped, her hips stuttering as she took

to the hilt, her breath catching. "Aaaaaaaah aaaaaah fuck... my pussy is gonna break... aaaaaah.. You’re not calling shit."

"Mmmmm—fuck—! You’re just jealous of

because you know you’d break on this cock!" She pulled

almost all the way out, then slamd back down, her pussy gulping

with a wet slap. "Aaaaaah—! Feel that, Grandma? Feel how full I am?"

A whimper ca from the other side.

Emily’s eyes glead. "What’s that, old hag?" She rocked her hips, her cunt sucking at , the sound lewd, unmistakable. "You like listening to

get fucked?"

Emily’s cunt clenched one last ti—violently—her walls milking

as she yanked herself off my cock with a filthy, popping sound, her pussy lips flared and gaping, still pulsing from the stretch.

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