Helping Mom Get Over It: Part Nine
- Tori Hamlin
- May 22
- 4 min read
Night cloaked the house, the living room lit only by the flicker of a muted TV, casting shadows over Ethan’s restless form. He sprawled on the couch, sweats low, cock half-hard, the TranceMaster app glowing on the coffee table. Rachel’s bound surrender last night—her cunt milking him, her screams as he filled her—played on loop in his head. He’d fucked her every way, owned her body, and still his dick ached, insatiable. Guilt was a ghost now, drowned by the high of her submission.
