Her cries echoed into the night, raw and unfiltered, as Wyatt’s cum joined Duke’s inside her. she thought, a rare impulse piercing her usual restraint. The air was thick with the scent of hay, sun-scorched earth, and the faint musk of cattle—an aroma that had woven itself into her very being over the decades she’d run this place. “This… It’s a lot to take in.” Her pussy still pulsed, the fullness of their cum inside her a constant, undeniable reminder of their bond. “Do it, Ma,” Duke growled, his thrusts growing harder, his cock stretching her pussy impossibly wide. Wyatt’s smile was tender, his eyes soft with something deeper than lust. “Don’t we all deserve a little ease? The sun bled into the horizon, casting the ranch in a tapestry of amber and violet. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice soft but steady. “No, Ma,” he said, his voice steady. She moaned, the sound muffled by Wyatt’s kiss, as Duke’s rhythm quickened, his cock hitting her deepest spots with every thrust. The realization both thrilled and
