{"id":256063,"date":"2026-07-13T14:30:09","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:30:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/carolina-alotta-n-cest\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T14:30:09","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:30:09","slug":"carolina-alotta-n-cest","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/carolina-alotta-n-cest\/","title":{"rendered":"Carolina – Alotta N Cest"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Now\u2019s my chance. I carry her to my bedroom and lay her on her back on my bed. \u201cGrandpa? What are we doing?\u201d She\u2019s blinking and turning her head side to side, clearly confused and uncertain. I run my hand down her cheek and murmur reassurances. \u201cQuiet, baby girl. I won\u2019t hurt you. You\u2019re safe. Just rest now for a few minutes.\u201d The fingers of my right hand continue down her pretty throat and I can see her pulse there.<\/p>\n

My other hand comes up to join and I hook both of my index fingers into the fabric of her corset on both sides just outside of her nipples. I pull the flowy fabric down. Fuck, yes. When those perfect, tight buds pop free, my mouth fills with saliva. I want to face plant into her tits but I hold back, settling for stripping my shirt off over my head instead.<\/p>\n

When I look at her next, her eyes are closed. I unzip my pants and, unable to resist, I reach into my boxers and stroke my giant, veined cock for a moment as I just relish the thought of fucking her. I\u2019ve never been so hard in my life. The rough skin of my palm is nearly enough to end me. I stop, positioning my cock pointed up and barely contained by the waistband of my boxers with my pants still around my hips.<\/p>\n

I climb onto the foot of the bed and she whimpers a little, disturbed by the motion. Reaching up, without warning, I quickly unbutton her skintight black shorts. Gently but forcefully, I work them off over her hips and pull them all the way down, pulling her panties off with them. She gasps. \u201cWhat are you doing? This is wrong, grandpa!\u201d Her eyes are open now, huge, and staring openly at the weeping head of my cock. She doesn\u2019t even realize the desperate want displayed there for me.<\/p>\n

\u201cShh, baby. There\u2019s nothing wrong with this.<\/p>\n

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This story is fiction and features a sexy, spicy, and taboo tale. No characters in this story are related and this story features NO incest. Inside, you\u2019ll find an erotic romance featuring a sweet young woman and a sexy older man. All characters are adults and all acts are consensual. This story is intended for mature audiences only! Ages 18 and older. 1kitap1.com\/en One: Carolina \u201cTrick or Treat, Grandpa!\u201d My breath steams in the frigid air as I stand on my step-grandpa\u2019s doorstep shivering in my Little Red Riding Hood costume.<\/p>\n

I should have dressed warmer but I didn\u2019t want to go off-brand so I\u2019d told myself I could suffer through. Bouncing on my feet to warm up, I know my breasts are jiggling but I don\u2019t care. Between the big red cloak that I\u2019m wearing and my thick blonde locks, I think I\u2019m sufficiently covered. \u201cCoconut! Hello, darlin\u2019, please come in.\u201d Grandpa greets me with the nickname only he uses for me as his smile widens and his eyes sweep down my body to take in as much of my outfit as he can see.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look like you\u2019re freezing. And no wonder, you\u2019re barely wearing anything.\u201d \u201cGrandpa! I\u2019m Little Red Riding Hood! Can\u2019t you tell?\u201d I give a mock pouty face and he nods and smiles again. Without further conversation, he ushers me through the door. This is exactly why I\u2019d told all my friends to continue on without me. I knew grandpa wouldn\u2019t let me simply collect some candy and leave. Besides, I secretly hoped he would bring me in out of the cold for a bit. Even though I\u2019ve just recently turned 18, my friends and I decided to use the Halloween excuse to dress real slutty and go out.<\/p>\n

My belly feels warm from the vodka we\u2019ve all been sipping as we\u2019ve trekked from house to house among the groups of little kids and parents. I\u2019m definitely more than a little buzzed but I think I can hide it from gramps. \u201cLet me turn off the porch light so we\u2019re not interrupted. You\u2019re the only trick-or-treater getting my attention while you\u2019re here.\u201d He flips a light switch on the wall as he closes the door.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t even notice when he throws the deadbolt, as well, to lock the front door. Grandpa slips his hand beneath my cloak and lays it firmly on my lower back, pushing me along deeper into the house. Is it just me or is he standing really close? His hand, on my bare lower back, moves in small, caressing circles. It feels intimate and vaguely inappropriate but I tell myself I\u2019m imagining things as a fuzzy feeling envelopes my brain while the warmth of grandpa\u2019s home seeps into my body.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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