He could feel her heat against him as she lowered herself onto his throbbing member. The sensation was exquisite, and he moaned loudly into her neck. She began to move slowly, her hips undulating in a rhythm that drove them both wild. Their kisses grew more urgent, their bodies intertwined as they sought release from the intense pleasure coursing through them.

His hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements as she rode him harder and faster.

Their passion knew no bounds; it seemed to consume them both entirely. The room was filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and the slapping of flesh against flesh. As they neared climax, Grandma Ohara leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. With one final thrust, he felt himself release deep inside her, and she cried out in ecstasy as well.

Their bodies trembled together for several long moments before finally relaxing into each other's embrace.

"O-oh..." Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt him press deeper inside her. It was more intense than anything she had ever experienced before, and yet somehow it also felt perfectly right. With a gasp, she threw her head back and gave herself over to the sensation, letting him take control as he moved within her.

Her hips bucked instinctively against him, meeting each thrust with equal force.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he took her roughly from behind. The sensation of being filled so completely, of having him so deep inside her, was almost too much to bear. As he continued to pound away at her, she could feel her own orgasm building, coiling tightly in her core.

Finally, with a scream that echoed through the kitchen, she crested the wave. Her body tensed violently around him, her muscles clenching rhythmically as she released a torrent of pleasure.