Martina was almost caught by her grandmother squirting for a custom video

Martina Smith, a sexy Latina bombshell, was in the middle of filming a custom video for her loyal subscribers when disaster nearly struck. As she lay on her bed, legs splayed open and fingers plunging deep into her sopping wet pussy, the faint creak of the bedroom door hinges made her freeze mid-squirt.

Grandma stood in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers taking in the lewd scene before her. Martina’s mind raced, trying to come up with an explanation that wouldn’t get her kicked out on the streets. But her body had other plans.

“Gramma, I was just, uh…” Martina stammered, her fingers still buried knuckle-deep in her juicy cunt. The older woman scrutiny made her cheeks burn with embarrassment – and unwanted arousal.

Grandma Lily jutted out her chin and narrowed her eyes behind the lenses of her cat-eye glasses. “Masturbating, it seems,” she stated flatly. “And on camera too! I thought that wasiplex was a one-time thing.” She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her with a soft click.

Martina gulped and slowly pulled her glistening digits out of her aching pussy, trying to look calm and collected. “Un, yeah, I mean, only when there’s a special request.” she laughed nervously, tucking one unsteady leg over the other.

“You’re making money off of that tight little body and pert tits of yours?” Grandma said accusingly, eyes flicking between Martina’s face and her dripping folds. “Well, don’t let me stop you then.” Despite her stern tone, there was a glimpse of hunger in her gaze as it traveled over her granddaughter’s lush frame.

Martina watched, stunned, as Gramma Lily settled her bony ass into a chair by the window, gesturing impatiently for her to continue.

“Uh…you want me to..?” she squeaked. This was unexpected and just a little thrilling. The coil of her untimely arousal tightened in her core.

Grandma huffed and crossed her arms over her ample chest. “Notice me standing here? And here I thought, you liked an audience.” She rolled her eyes and looked away. “Tell me when you’re done.”

The air thickened with tension and need – Martina’s need. She glanced over to where the camera hummed quietly, capturing every moment of this surreal encounter. With a shaky breath, one hand slid down to her accusing cunny again.

She circled her clit, pretending her fingers were Gramma’s gnarled ones, wishfully imaging her bent over a chair getting the spanking of a lifetime. The rhythmic squeezing of her most intimate lips intensified as she plunged into her own depths repeatedly, her neglected pussy craving something substantial.

Juices gushed out and ran down her hand. She felt wild, debauched, completely out of control as she finger-fucked herself within an inch of her life. Gramma watched, granite-faced, but those eyes snuck peeks at the show, taking in every depraved sight.

Martina’s moans built to a fever pitch. She writhed and undulated against her hand, hips jerking up to meet her strokes. “Fuck fuck fuck” spilled raggedly from her lips as she raced towards climax.

Grandma Lily’s nonchalant pose tightened minutely at those blasphemous noises. Her tongue darted out to moisten her thin lips, just once. Martina saw, and it sent her hurtling over the edge.

The Latina’s back arched sharply as her pussy clenched and gushed in a forceful burst. Squirting hard, her juices splattered the bed covering in a lewd display of ecstasy.

That did it for her audience. Grandma stood abruptly, the chair clattering against the floor in her haste. She stalked forward with surprising stealth and yanked Martina’s arm out from between her quivering thighs. Bending down, she ran her tongue along the offered digits, lapping up the girlish cum.

Martina gasped sharply, the taste of her own arousal traced by Gramma’s probing muscle burned her senses. But those irregular lashes and suction almost made her come again on the spot.

“Yes, yes, I taste so good,” she wove drunkenly. “You like that, Gramma? Like eating my cunny cream?”

Grandma only grunted and sucked harder on the tender digits. She released them with a wet pop and straightened up. “No wonder Plex is popular, with the sloppy way you fuck yourself.” Disapproval dripped in her tone while lust shone through her eyes. “Get dressed. You’ve got a long day ahead of you.” She fled the room, clicking the door shut forcefully behind her.

Martina collapsed back on the bed, legs akimbo, and dizzy with competing lust and shock. She stared at the ceiling, allowed the last aftershocks to roll through her totally wrecked body.

What the fuck just happened? And…what did it mean? She rolled onto her stomach and peeked over at the camera, “Well, I definitely gave my Paysites their money’s worth today, huh?” Her voice still held a waver.

Sitting up slowly, she plucked the drenched sheets off the bed, not wanting to move, but knowing a sexy bathroom scene could be a worthy conclusion. After all, who knows what will happen next, coming soon…