She wore one of Ryan’s favorites—a soft, white blouse that clung to her figure, the top button undone just enough to hint at the swell of her breasts. Anal sex I want to hear it again—her gasps, her moans, my name on her lips.”
Lydia’s thighs clenched involuntarily. *****
The kitchen was awash with the soft glow of morning light, the scent of coffee mingling with the faint tang of bacon on the skillet. Just one more nudge. Her stomach flipped as she clicked on the latest document, the file labeled “Living Room Confessions.” Her eyes scanned the opening lines, and the heat hit her in a wave. She could feel him inside her even now, his cock softening but still thick and heavy, his cum wet and sticky between her thighs. “Yes, Ryan! Does she look at me and see more than just her son? I’m losing control, and I don’t care anymore. The detail was staggering—her hair falling over her face, the muffled moans, the way he’d buried his fingers in her curls to guide her.
