My Mom's Boyfriend
when Mom wasn’t looking, licking my lips suggestively.
Marcus was visibly struggling to stay composed. His jaw was clenched tight, his hands gripping the couch cushion like he was fighting the urge to grab me. Every time our eyes met, the heat and tension between us felt electric, ready to explode. I could see the outline of his hard cock in his pants, and it made me even wetter knowing I was the reason.
Mom remained completely oblivious, chatting happily and cuddling with him, occasionally kissing his cheek. The contrast made my jealousy flare hotter, but it also fueled my boldness. For once, I wasn’t just reacting to his games, I was playing them right back.
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