“I want it. “Ma,” Duke murmured, brushing a damp curl from her face, his touch tender yet possessive. It was hot and thick, filling her to the brim, and she moaned, her body trembling with the intensity of it. She leaned against Duke, her head on his shoulder, Wyatt’s arms encircling her from behind, their warmth anchoring her. Duke’s grin was slow, predatory, and it sent a shiver down her spine. The sensations overwhelmed her—the stretch of Duke’s cock inside her pussy, the heat of Wyatt’s mouth, the cool water lapping at her skin. “This ain’t just tonight, is it?” she asked, her voice trembling, her body still humming with the aftershocks of desire. “You’re still so tight, Ma,” Duke groaned, his voice rough with restraint as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Josie’s gaze drifted to the stock tank, its surface glinting like a siren’s call. “You want us both, Ma?” Duke asked, his voice rough with need.
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