I slipped through the window like a fucking ghost, nding soft on the creaky floor of Amelia’s room. The pce was old and ugly as shit—faded tapestries, chipped furniture, and a dusty portrait of her dead husband staring down from the wall. I crept to her bed, my face wrapped in a scarf and hood, unrecognizable as I loomed over her sleeping form, her fat body sprawled under a silk nightgown. I stuffed a rag in her mouth fast, her blue eyes snapping open in panic as she jolted awake. She thrashed, but I pinned her arms down, my weight crushing her into the mattress. Flipping her onto her stomach, I wrestled her wrists behind her back, keeping the rag tight over her mouth as she squirmed, her muffled cries useless.

  I yanked my pants down, my cock springing free with a raging hard-on, and rubbed it against the crack of her fat ass through the silk. She froze, then bucked harder, her body tensing as my thick shaft pressed against her. I hiked up her nightgown from the front, shoving it over her head to expose her massive, sagging tits—drooping heavy with age, nipples dark and stretched from years of wear. I ripped the rest off, the silk tearing like wet parchment, leaving her naked and vulnerable. Her hairy bush spilled out between her thick thighs, a wild tangle of white curls so dense it looked like a fucking jungle. I smirked under my hood—thought only poor sluts didn’t shave, huh?—and spread her legs wide, my hands sinking into her fbby flesh.

  My cock throbbed, precum dripping from the tip as I lined it up with her cunt. I smmed into her with one brutal thrust, no mercy, no warmup, burying myself balls-deep in her tight, dry pussy. Her body jolted, her fat ass quivering as I stretched her open, the friction rough and raw. I didn’t stop—started pounding her hard, my hips smming against her cheeks, each thrust sending ripples through her rolls of flesh. The bed groaned under us, the old wood creaking and splintering, threatening to colpse. Her muffled grunts vibrated against the rag, her arms twitching as she tried to push back, but I held her down, my grip iron-tight on her wrists.

  I shifted my angle, driving deeper, my cock scraping her inner walls as I fucked her like an animal. Her pussy started to slick up, her juices flowing despite her resistance, easing the brutal friction. Her fat tits flopped beneath her, smacking against the mattress with every sm, her nipples dragging across the silk sheets. I grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto me, my fingers digging into her soft, wrinkled skin as I rammed her harder. Her ass jiggled wildly, the sound of flesh spping flesh filling the room, mixing with the creak of the bed and her choked gasps. I could feel her body giving in, her struggles slowing, her hips twitching involuntarily as I pounded her into submission.

  I flipped her onto her back, wanting to see her face—those blue eyes wide with shock, her white hair pstered to her sweaty forehead. Her tits spilled across her chest, heavy and sagging to the sides, and I grabbed them, squeezing hard, kneading the doughy flesh as I thrust back into her cunt. Her legs filed for a moment before falling limp, spread wide as I fucked her deeper, my cock plunging into her hairy depths. Her pussy clenched around me, slick and hot now, her body betraying her with every shudder. I leaned over her, my hooded face inches from hers, and felt her breath quicken against the rag, her eyes darting with a mix of fear and something else—lust creeping in. I pulled the rag free, letting her gasps spill out, but kept my hand ready to smother her again if she screamed. She didn’t—just panted heavily, her chest heaving as I kept fucking her, my cock stretching her wider with every brutal thrust. Her moans started low, involuntary, her wrinkled hands cwing at the sheets as her resistance melted away. I slid a hand down to her clit, rubbing the hairy nub rough and fast, and her body bucked hard, her fat ass lifting off the bed as she came, her cunt squeezing my dick like a vise, juices soaking my shaft. I smirked under my hood—this old bitch loves it—and kept going, smming into her harder, dragging out her climax until her moans turned to desperate whimpers. Her eyes locked on mine through the hood, wide and gssy, and I could tell she was lost in it now. I yanked her legs up, folding her thick thighs against her belly, her fat rolls bunching as I drove into her at a new angle, hitting deeper than before. Her pussy gushed around me, sloppy and wet, the bed shaking violently as I fucked her senseless. Her tits bounced like sacks of meat, her whole body trembling under my assault, and I felt her cum again, her walls spasming as she arched her back, her head thrashing on the pillow. I leaned down, biting her sagging tit hard enough to leave a mark, sucking the wrinkled flesh into my mouth as I pounded her relentlessly. Finally, I couldn’t hold it. My balls tightened, and with a guttural groan, I smmed into her one st time, unloading thick, hot streams of cum deep into her hairy cunt. I kept thrusting, pumping every drop into her, her pussy milking me as I filled her up, my seed spilling out around my cock and dripping onto the sheets. She shuddered violently, her body going limp as the ecstasy overwhelmed her, her eyes rolling back before she passed out cold, a twisted smile on her sck face. I pulled out, my cock slick with her juices and my cum, and stood over her, breathing hard, smirking as I watched her fat, fucked-out body sprawl across the wrecked bed. I climbed back to the window, slipping out into the night with a grin splitting my face. Fucked another GILF, I thought, sneaking back to my room, my cock still tingling from the conquest. Morning came, and my crew was ready to roll. We’d been summoned for a farewell by King Queer Robert and his small-dick son Eric. "It’s been an honor," he said, all pompous and polite. I nodded, then asked, curious, "Where’s Amelia?" Robert frowned, shrugging. "She’s not feeling well—don’t know why." I smiled inwardly: maybe the old bitch was keeping quiet that a hooded man had smashed her pussy. Smart move. We said our goodbyes, and I led my group out of the castle, no escorts, just us walking alone toward France—Normandy, to be exact. As we trudged through the muddy paths, I grinned to myself, muttering under my breath, "I’ll be back in Wessex soon, ciming that kingdom as king and Amelia’s pussy as my future bride." My cock twitched at the thought, the taste of her still fresh in my mind.