Helping Mom Get Over It: Part Five
- Hamlin
- May 7
- 4 min read
Midnight draped the house in stillness, the air heavy with heat and sin. Ethan lay awake, sheets kicked off, his cock throbbing in his boxers. The day’s filth replayed—Rachel’s tranced pussy on his tongue, her begging, her cum soaking his face. He’d jerked off twice since, but it wasn’t enough. His phone glowed on the nightstand, TranceMaster open, daring him. He’d tasted her, owned her mouth with his, but he needed more—needed to fuck her, claim her completely.
