“This ain’t just tonight, is it?” she asked, her voice trembling, her body still humming with the aftershocks of desire. “I ain’t done with you boys yet.”
The moonlight bathed them, their bodies entwined, their bond forged in sweat, cum, and unspoken love. Josie’s body trembled, her pussy and ass still pulsing with the aftershocks, the fullness of their cum inside her a constant reminder of their claim. “I ain’t always wrong,” she quipped, though her tone lacked its usual edge. Duke followed, his body shuddering against hers as he groaned, his cum hot and thick, filling her pussy in pulses that made her moan in bliss. Duke’s grin was slow, predatory, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She felt suspended between two worlds—the one where she was their mother, and the one where she was a woman, desired and untethered. “You boys worked up a sweat, too. Wyatt’s, as he shed his pants, was long and elegant, like a stallion’s, promising a different kind of strength. “You’re sure, Ma?” he asked, his voice rough with restraint, his eyes searching hers for confirmation.
