As Grandma Ingrid's body succumbed to exhaustion, she allowed herself to recline against Orion's sturdy frame, seeking a break from the intense sensations that had consumed her. Sensing the momentary lull, Orion competently freed himself from beneath her alluring form, his mind fixated on the impending feast that awaited him.
And despite the realization that he had likely spent more time than intended, Orion made a resolute decision: his mother would have to wait a little longer as a matter of utmost urgency demanded his immediate attention.
As Grandma Ingrid struggled to catch her breath, Orion pondered how he could remove her tulga. The challenge lay in the fact that she was wearing a long-sleeved mini-dress that excitingly clung to her upper thighs, leaving no obvious way for him to undress her, unless Grandma Ingrid herself took the initiative to stand up and remove it.
