Solo Masturbate In Water
0“I ain’t always wrong,” she quipped, though her tone lacked its usual edge. Her heart stuttered as Duke and Wyatt’s silhouettes emerged against the night sky, their broad frames unmistakable. “Show me how much you want me.”
The words hung in the air, a bridge between the life she’d known and the one she was stepping into. Yes, I can handle it. She was theirs tonight—no longer just their mother, but a woman, desired and untethered. The realization both thrilled and terrified her, her heart pounding as she surrendered to the moment. Water’s fine—might do you some good.”
Wyatt’s low chuckle rumbled through the air, rough and warm, like whiskey over gravel. “Ma,” Duke murmured, brushing a damp curl from her face, his touch tender yet possessive. “Not even close,” he murmured, his voice dripping with promise. “And what exactly you boys plannin’?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, trembling with anticipation and fear.
