Forbidden After Dark: Collection Of Dangerous Desires
My fingers found my slick, cum-coated folds and started rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit.
A quiet moan escaped my throat.
Mom’s eyes snapped open. She looked straight at me through the gap in the door.
For a heartbeat, the room went still — the only sounds were the wet slap of the cleaner’s hips against her ass and my own ragged breathing.
Then Mom smiled. Slow. Knowing. Wicked.
She didn’t stop. She rocked back harder onto the cleaner’s cock, eyes locked on mine, and moaned louder, deliberately.
“That’s it… watch how Mommy takes care of herself,” she purred, voice thick and breathy. “You like seeing this, don’t you, sweetheart? Touch yourself for me.”