Grandpa's New Hole: Chapter Eleven
- Hamlin
- May 14
- 6 min read
The house was still cloaked in pre-dawn gray when Al’s knock jolted Janey awake—a sharp rap on her bedroom door, firm and unyielding, like a summons she couldn’t ignore. “Up,” he said through the wood, voice low and gruff, carrying the weight of command she’d come to crave. “Workroom. Now.” Her eyes snapped open, heart thudding fast, a shiver racing down her spine as she threw off the sheets, her nightshirt clinging to her sweat-damp skin. The air was cool against her bare legs as she stumbled out of bed, the memory of his cock in her throat still fresh—days of gagging, drooling, perfecting—and now this, the next step, loomed dark and thrilling.
