Marina led me to the sofa, her hand still entwined with mine. As we sat down, I pulled her onto my lap, letting her feel the thick, hard length of my cock pressing against her thigh. She let out a sharp gasp, her breath hitching as she glanced towards the kitchen, where her grandmother was busy preparing breakfast, her back turned to us.
Marina looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and lust, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson. "Jack... don't?" she whispered, her gaze darting back to the kitchen. "Grandma will see us."
I smirked, my eyes locked onto her plump, inviting lips. "Let her see," I murmured, my voice low and husky with desire. I grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her towards me as I crashed my mouth against hers in a bruising, hungry kiss. Marina's eyes widened, but she moaned into my mouth, her body melting against mine as I thrust my tongue past her lips, claiming her mouth like I wanted to claim her pussy.
