Grandpa's New Hole: Chapter Twelve
- Hamlin
- May 17
- 11 min read
Night draped the house in heavy shadow, the basement workroom a pocket of harsh light and thick air as Al led Janey down the stairs one last time. Her legs shook, the butt plug still nestled in her ass from the afternoon—a steady throb she’d carried through dinner, a secret weight that kept her on edge. Al’s boots echoed ahead, his flannel sleeves rolled up, his broad frame a silhouette of control as he turned to her at the bench.
