《Addicted to My Father's Best Friend》全部章節：第 131 章 - 第 140 章

The laughter finally ebbed, though Henry was still shaking his head with amusement.Lesnar leaned against the arm of the couch. “You are cute when you’re angry,” he said. “But you really don’t know the game you are trying to play. You think about running to the cops? We have got enough proof to drag your son down before he can even open his mouth.”Catherine stiffened as her eyes narrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”"Your boy isn’t some innocent little victim, Mrs. Orton. He’s been busy making enemies. And if we want, we can make sure those enemies line up to bury him.”“Proof?” Catherine asked. “What proof?”“Stop talking as if you don't know what your son is capable of. We have messages. Witnesses. Fights he started that everyone saw. Things that can’t be washed away. If anyone’s getting arrested, it’ll be him. Not us.”Her heart thudded in her chest. For the first time, the floor beneath her resolve shook. She had walked in here ready to defend Orton, but hearing them speak s

She turned to Lesnar and said with a quiet voice, “He never told me of other people." Lesnar’s hand rested casually on the back of the couch behind her. Henry sat close enough that his knee nearly touched hers. “He doesn’t want you to get into trouble,” Lesnar replied. His tone was almost casual, as if he were explaining something obvious. “Those kinds of guys would harm you if you tried to step in. He’s protecting you by keeping quiet.”Catherine’s eyes flicked between them. “Are you two any different?”Henry gave a short, dry sound that might have been a laugh. “At least we aren’t harming you now. Comply with us and allow us to play with your breasts, and you won’t have to worry about your son anymore.”The words settled over her like a weight. Catherine sat very still. Her arms remained at her sides, leaving her breasts exposed. She could feel both of them watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. The offer was clear. Protection for Orton in exchange for this. Her mind raced

“Fuck. You’re soaking my fingers even more, Mrs. Catherine,” Lesnar whispered against her ear. His middle finger slid slowly along her slick folds, soaking his fingers with more of the wetness that kept spilling from her. “You’re definitely enjoying this more than I thought. You’re going to mess up our couch with how wet you are.”Catherine’s eyes stayed tightly closed. Shame burned across her face, but her legs only opened wider, giving him all the space he needed. When his finger slowed, a soft, frustrated sound escaped her throat. She wanted to tell him to keep going, to rub her harder, but the words refused to form. Instead her hips moved on their own. She arched upward, pressing her pussy against his hand, chasing the pressure she was about to loose.Lesnar smiled and kissed the side of her neck, while his finger resumed its steady strokes. “You are such a naughty mum,” he murmured. “Pushing your pussy against my finger like that. Is that how badly you want it inside you?”Henry

Lesnar rested his hand at the back of Catherine’s head, fingers threading through her hair as she continued to work his cock with wet, eager suction. She sucked him like a woman who had been paid for it. He watched every inch of his thick shaft disappear between her stretched lips and then reappear, glistening with her saliva. The sight alone made his cock throb harder. The hottest part was not just how good her mouth felt. It was the knowledge that the woman on her knees was old enough to be his mother. That age gap, the wrongness of it, only made him thicker in her throat.After several long minutes he pulled free with a wet pop. Catherine’s lips were swollen and shiny. Lesnar lifted his heavy cock upward, exposing the tight sac beneath.“Suck my balls.” He ordered.She did not hesitate. She leaned in and took one into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then with more pressure, while both hands stroked the two hard cocks in front of her. Lesnar groaned low in his chest. "Fuck. Th

She picked up exactly where she had left off, bouncing her ass on Henry’s cock with renewed hunger. Her waist moved with surprising flexibility, snapping in a fast, fluid rhythm that made Lesnar’s eyes lock onto her. He stood a few feet away, slowly stroking his thick cock while he watched Henry’s long, glistening shaft disappear and reappear between her stretched folds.Catherine rode him like she had done it a hundred times. Her hips were rolling effortlessly, ass cheeks clapping softly against Henry's crotch, the wet sound of their joined bodies growing louder with every drop. Her breasts bounced heavily with the motion. Soft, broken moans spilled from her open mouth.“Ohhh… fuck… ahhh… yes…”Henry’s hands cracked across her ass again and again, the sharp spanks mixing with the wet slap of her riding him. Each impact left a stinging heat that only made her move faster.“That’s it, you nasty single mum,” he groaned, watching her ride him. “Look at you bouncing on my long cock like