It goes for dessert

The stubby little ghoulish man gets back onto its bare feet. Standing where he was, his long untrimmed nails dig at the floorboard beneath him as he clenched his toes. Hesitating to move forward but with a few more seconds he soon finds that courage to step closer, Mona's freshly worn tights were firmly clenched in his hands. Occasionally he would bring it to his face to take long, deep breaths while almost always shuddering in ectasy.

Eventually he would find himself standing by the foot of Mona's bed, the dusty sheets wrapped above her body. Hiding most of her curvy round features but that didn't seem to stop the creature. Slowly with his free hand, he reaches up and slowly lifts the grey sheet off the corner of her ankle. Mona would make a noise however causing the man to suddenly clench his filthy butthole, an audible gulp is heard as he stood there holding the sheet up and frozen in place. Mona however, tired from her long journey didn't show any signs of waking up, her face turned towards the nearby wall as she remained quietly sleeping in place.

The inn keepers dad appeared to finally run out of patience before slowly lifting the sheets up some more and taking a look at the treasure hidden below.

"Nn.. white. Tasty white. Nn.. Ol pa hungry. Nn.."

He quietly talked to himself as he gazed upon Mona's exposed backside. Underneath the sheets he could see up to her smooth and tender back, the fabric of her underwear seemed to cling between her legs as it squeezed and shows most of the plumpness of the astrologist's meaty cheeks.

Ol Pa's yellowed fingers twitched as he leaned closer, his hot, sour breath puffing at the sight of Mona's supple and exposed skin. A bead of sweat rolled down his wrinkled forehead as he slowly, ever so slowly, hooked a crooked finger under the elastic of her underwear. The fabric stretched slightly, revealing more of the warm flesh beneath it, just a sliver, but enough to make his chest heave with muffled giggles.

Mona shifted in her sleep, her thigh pressing inward, and the sudden movement made Ol Pa freeze again, his entire body trembling. A wet click sounded in his throat as he swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the stolen tights still clutched in his other hand.

Ol Pa's tongue darted out, lizard-like, tracing a damp line along his cracked lips as he eased the fabric further aside. The elastic whispered against Mona's skin, the sound barely audible over the creak of the bedframe and his own wheezing breaths. A thin thread of drool stretched from his yellowed teeth to her thigh as he leaned in, nostrils flaring at the warmth rising from her—sweet salt and sleep, laced with the faintest hint of lavender soap.

His knuckles brushed the curve of her cheek, the contact sending a jolt through his gnarled fingers. Mona sighed in her sleep, hips shifting just enough to press deeper into the mattress, and Ol Pa's breath hitched.

"Nn.. more.. more.."

Ol Pa's knobby knees pressed into the mattress as he wriggled beneath the sheets, his damp shirt riding up to expose a hairy, sunken belly. The stolen tights slipped from his grasp as he molded himself against Mona's silky soft legs, his stubby arms careful not to touch her too much as she lets the sheets cover the two of them, the old man now underneath the sheets. His nose bumped against the cleft of her rear, inhaling in shuddering gasps as his toes curled against the linen.

Mona murmured something unintelligible, her fingers twitching against the pillow. The filthy old man froze, his breath hot and reeking against the thin fabric of her underwear. After another few seconds it seems she was back to snoring softly.

Meanwhile the ghoulish long rod of his pulsed and thundered in his papery ears as Mona's soft exhale brushed over the dirty pillow. The elastic of her underwear creaked under his trembling fingers, the damp fabric clinging stubbornly before surrendering another quarter-inch of plush flesh. A whimper escaped his throat as his knuckle grazed the crease where thigh met cheek—softer than stolen butter, warmer than fresh-baked bread.

Mona's toes flexed beneath the sheets, her heel brushing against Ol Pa's protruding ribs. He choked back a giggle, pressing his sunken cheek against the swell of her rear as his free hand crept upward.