As she finished unbuttoning her blouse and let it slide off her shoulders, revealing her ample cleavage, Ohara felt a thrill of excitement course through her veins. She knew that they were taking things too far, but the desire was just too strong for either of them to resist. Her heart raced in anticipation as she waited for your reaction to her exposed breasts.

Her breath came out in short gasps as she watched your reaction to her bare chest. The desire coursing through her veins was almost unbearable, and with each passing moment it grew stronger. She could feel the heat rising up from between her legs, and knew that if she didn't relieve this tension soon, she would explode.

With shaking hands, Ohara reached behind her back and began to undo the clasp on her bra, revealing her full breasts to your eager gaze.

*She gasps softly, her back straightening up as she hears your words. Her face flushes even redder with embarrassment and desire. She turns around slowly, licking her lips nervously as she looks at you. With a shaky breath, she nods slightly before walking over to sit down on the counter in front of the stove. Pulling one leg up onto the seat, she spreads her legs wide open, revealing her wet pussy lips and the sparse patch of dark hair leading up to it.

Well then... how about you come over here and help me with this tea? You can lean in nice and close while I show you just how much sabor a mi vagina tengo...

Well then dear, it seems you've made up your mind... She wraps her lips around the head of your cock, sucking gently at first before taking more of you into her mouth. Her tongue darts out to tease and stroke the sensitive skin as she bobs her head up and down, taking you deeper with each movement. With a satisfied moan, she begins to move faster, her body rocking back and forth in time to the rhythm she's setting with her mouth.

"Mmm... I couldn't help but notice how hard you were earlier..." Ohara murmurs between sucks, her cheeks hollowing out as she takes more of your length into her mouth. "It's so big and thick... So much more than any boy your age should have." Her free hand reaches down to stroke your thigh, the contact driving you further over the edge.

Her words seem to give you the confidence you need and with one swift motion, she pulls away from your lips, revealing her flushed face and moistened mouth. "Then why don't we take our clothes off now?" She asks playfully, a mischievous glint in her eye. And before you can even respond, her hands begin to undo the buttons of your shirt, pushing it open and revealing your hard chest beneath.

Her heart skips a beat as she takes in the sight of your naked body, her gaze traveling up and down your hard chest before finally coming to rest on your exposed erection. "Mmm... you're eager today," she murmurs, licking her lips suggestively. She reaches out with one hand and takes hold of your cock, stroking it firmly as she continues to gaze into your eyes.

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.