She Has A Second Job That You Do Not Want To Know – Bananafever

Her clit pulsed, begging for attention, and she reached down, her fingers rubbing the sensitive nub frantically. She leaned against Duke, her head on his shoulder, Wyatt’s arms encircling her from behind, their warmth anchoring her. The crunch of boots on gravel shattered her reverie. His kiss was both tender and consuming, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth with a hunger that made her head spin. There was no mistaking the longing in their eyes, a hunger that mirrored the ache growing low in her belly. Duke’s strong hands lifted her with ease, his grip firm yet tender as he positioned himself between her legs. Wyatt’s lips claimed hers again, his kiss deep and commanding, his tongue dancing with hers in a rhythm that left her dizzy. “You were everything, Ma,” he murmured, his voice low and rich with emotion. His large hands gripped her hips, his fingers teasing her ass, spreading her cheeks as he positioned himself. His hands slid to her hips, pulling her close until their bodies pressed together, his cock hard against her belly. “It’s been buildin’ for years—every time we watched you take on the world, every time we saw the woman beneath the work.