The old lady stood there, stunned, her skirt pooled around her ankles, her thick thighs exposed, the white of her panties now stained with the damp evidence of her arousal.
The realization struck me as I studied the old woman's face—her flushed cheeks, the way her breath hitched. It had to be the Scent of Lust.
She swallowed, her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips, her fingers twitching at her sides like she was fighting the urge to reach out and touch.
"N-No—!" The old lady tried to step back, but Emily's grip tightened, her nails digging in.
"Aw, don't be embarrassed," Emily cooed, her free hand wrapping around my cock, stroking it slowly, her thumb over the tip. "It's natural." She pressed the head against the old lady's thigh, leaving a sticky, shiny mark on her skin.
"You heard how good it sounds…" She rocked her hips, her pussy glistening, aching. "How wet I get…" Her voice dropped, conspiratorial. "Did you touch yourself, Grandma? While you listened to me scream?"
