SIN BETWEEN THE SHEETS
We’d stumbled upstairs, still sticky from the living room, and Mom turned the shower on with a wicked grin.
“Clean-up time,” she’d said, stripping us both. Now the three of us are slick with soap and sweat, bodies sliding together under the spray.
Jace grips my hips, pulling me onto him deeper, the burn of his thickness making my toes curl. Mom’s free hand cups my breast, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me gasp. She drops to her knees, water cascading over her, and licks a hot stripe up my clit. The double assault (her tongue flicking, his cock driving) has me moaning loud enough to echo off marble.
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