Helping Mom Get Over It: Part Four
- Tori Hamlin
- May 4
- 4 min read
The living room sagged under the late afternoon heat, the sun dipping low, casting golden streaks across the hardwood. Ethan sprawled on the couch, legs spread, his phone hot in his hand from overuse. The TranceMaster app glowed, a lifeline to the filthy shit he’d started. His sweats hid a half-hard cock, still sticky from earlier—Rachel’s pussy taste lingered on his tongue, her tranced begging ringing in his ears. He’d crossed a line, and fuck, he wanted more.
