The old man’s breathing grew more and more ragged as he shifted his hips in slight forward thrusts. It was the kind of unconscious motion that looked like he was already burying himself in something, and his gaze stayed locked hard on her bare breasts.
Every stroke of his hand carried real force. Veins stood out along the shaft, and the fine but distinct wet sounds of the motion made the already sticky air even heavier.Remi wasn’t being touched, yet her shoulders tensed on their own. She tried several times to look away, but her eyes kept drifting back to that steadily pulsing length.
The soft twin swells of her chest rose and fell gently with each breath, standing out sharply in the dim light.
Before long, the old man’s pace quickened, his lower abdomen going taut as he clearly reached his limit.
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