Wyatt’s cock pressed against her, long and hard, and she turned to him, her lips brushing his ear. Her clit throbbed, begging for attention, and she reached down, circling it with her fingers. Her heart stuttered as Duke and Wyatt’s silhouettes emerged against the night sky, their broad frames unmistakable. Wyatt’s lips claimed hers again, his kiss deep and commanding, his tongue dancing with hers in a rhythm that left her dizzy. This wasn’t just about sex—it was about connection, about finally letting go of the roles they’d played for so long and embracing the raw, primal need that had always been there beneath the surface. “But tonight… you look like you’re woven from moonlight, Ma.”
Her heart clenched at his words, the tenderness in his voice melting something inside her. She approached the tank, the moonlight casting her shadow long and lean across the ground. She felt their cum inside her pussy, warm and thick, a tangible mark of their claim. “Show me how much you want me.”
The words hung in the air, a bridge between the
