Helping Mom Get Over It: Part Eight
- Hamlin
- May 18
- 4 min read
Dusk settled over the house, the living room dim, curtains drawn against the fading light. Ethan paced, shirtless, sweat slicking his chest, the TranceMaster app glowing on his phone. Rachel’s poolside show—fingering her cunt, squirting under the sun—had left him wired, cock aching all day. He’d fucked her pussy, her ass, made her cum in the open, and still it wasn’t enough. Tonight, he’d bind her, break her, make her his forever—trance or not, she’d beg for it.
