The perfect mom, the perfect boss. He used it, bobbing his head with a rhythm that matched their earlier ferocity, her cock hitting the back of his throat with each thrust, the slight gag reflex he fought down only heightening the intensity. It wasn’t just the look–it was the feel,Massage the way they made him aware of every inch of her body in a way he’d never been in his own.

He caught sight of her heels in the corner, discarded from earlier, and a reckless idea sparked. I stayed away as asked, although I did text Mum to make sure she was okay.

I was tired after a day’s work, Mondays are always a pain in the arse.