Teaching My Little Stepbrother How To Fuck And He Cums Inside Me

Her pussy throbbed, slick and aching, betraying the battle raging in her mind. “You’ve carried us through everything,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling but certain. Wyatt flanked her other side, his chest close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him. “You’re ours,” Duke growled, his voice raw with need. Josie’s resolve crumbled, her body betraying her as she leaned into them, her pussy throbbing with need. Wyatt’s, as he shed his pants, was long and elegant, like a stallion’s, promising a different kind of strength. Her eyes flicked to Wyatt, who stood close enough that she could feel the heat of his body, his gaze steady and intense. And yet, here they were, her sons, looking at her with a hunger that mirrored her own. They stepped into the tank, the water sloshing around their thighs as they waded toward her. Wyatt’s hand slid to her waist, his touch firm yet reverent. “Always have been, Ma.”

Wyatt pulled back, his eyes burning into hers. “You’re gonna have to take us, Ma,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Through every storm, every loss. “You’ve carried us through everything,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.