Duke moved closer, the water parting around him like a curtain. Her heart stuttered as Duke and Wyatt’s silhouettes emerged against the night sky, their broad frames unmistakable. Right here, between them. “Your turn,” she whispered, her voice thick with need, her pussy still pulsing from Duke’s release. His thumb brushed her cheek, grounding her in the moment. You’re the heart of us.”
Josie’s breath hitched at his words, the weight of their meaning settling over her like a warm blanket. “At the same time?”
Her breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. Duke’s fingers joined Wyatt’s, teasing her nipples until she whimpered, her body arching toward them. “You’re still so tight, Ma,” Duke groaned, his voice rough with restraint as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Each stroke stretched her pussy further, hitting places inside her that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. Duke’s fingers traced up her arm to her shoulder, lingering at the curve of her neck, each touch igniting sparks beneath her skin. Duke
Duke leaned in, his lips grazing her
