“That’s our Ma,” he said, his voice rough with pride. The added sensation sending her soaring, her moans growing louder as the pleasure built, her body trembling on the edge of release. How could something so forbidden feel so right? “You’re gonna take me, too, Ma,” he said, his voice low and rough, sending a thrill through her. She moaned, the sound muffled by Wyatt’s kiss, as Duke’s rhythm quickened, his cock hitting her deepest spots with every thrust. “I feel you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. His thrusts grew urgent, his cock stretching her pussy to its limits, filling her in a way that made her feel both overwhelmed and complete. “That was… there ain’t no words for it.”
Wyatt’s lips grazed her neck, his voice warm and thick with emotion. Her jeans followed, pooling at her feet. “What feels right, Ma,” he said, his voice low and steady, like the rumble of distant thunder.
