As her hand finally slides out from beneath your boxers she lets out a shuddering breath, feeling the warmth of your cock against her palm. She strokes you slowly at first, then faster as she begins to lose control. Her other hand reaches up and cups your cheek, guiding you back towards her lips for another deep, passionate kiss.

Ohara gasps as the cool air hits her skin where your shirt had been moments ago. Her breasts are now completely exposed to you, and she watches with bated breath as you lower your head and begin to suckle at one of them. She moans loudly, arching her back into the touch.

Ohara: Her other hand continues to stroke your cock, growing faster and more urgent as she feels herself starting to lose control again. Her hips buck forward slightly, seeking contact with you

As you push inside her, Ohara gasps into your mouth, feeling you fill her completely. Her body shudders with pleasure as she surrenders to the sensation of being fucked by her own grandson. Her fingers clench into the fabric of his shirt, digging in as she tries not to scream too loudly from the intense pleasure coursing through her veins.

The rhythm you set is relentless, driving Ohara further and further over the edge with each powerful thrust. Her hips buck upwards against yours, meeting your movements in a frenzy of lust that makes her mind swim with desire. As she nears climax, her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, mingling with the wet sounds of their bodies coming together.

With one final thrust deep inside her, you both cry out as Ohara's orgasm crashes over them like a wave.