The Tragic Story Of Nanami Asada, A Betrayed Japanese Wife.

Josie leaned heavily against Duke, her head resting on his broad shoulder, while Wyatt’s strong arms encircled her from behind. They weren’t just her sons now—they were men, strong and virile, and they wanted her. His calloused fingers glided over the curve of her waist, up to cup her breasts, and she arched into his touch. “This ain’t just tonight, is it?” she asked, her voice trembling, her body still humming with the aftershocks of desire. His thumbs circled her nipples, coaxing them to tight peaks, and she gasped, the sensation sending ripples of pleasure straight to her clit. Wyatt and Duke followed, their cocks pulsing as they spilled their cum inside her—Duke filling her pussy, Wyatt flooding her ass, the heat of their release marking her as theirs. “Never felt anything like you.”

Wyatt’s lips found hers, his kiss grounding her as Duke began to move, his thrusts deep and measured.