Her mind replayed the night before—his voice, low and commanding, his fingers rubbing her through her panties, the way he’d said You’re mine. XXX She could feel the dampness between her legs, the slick heat that betrayed her arousal. “I’m going to cum, Mom,” he growled, his hips slamming against hers, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. She should. “Let’s go cuddle on the couch and binge-watch ‘Cake Empire.’”
Claire giggled, the sound light and carefree, a stark contrast to the intensity of what they’d just done. You need to find a way to let off some steam.”
Her stomach dropped. Claire made a broken sound, her hips twitching, her clit throbbing with need. His stiff tongue was cautious at first, awkwardly exploring her most delicate parts.
