I’m flat on my back across the wide ottoman, legs spread wide, Mom’s tongue flicking my c**t while Jace drives into her from behind, every thrust pushing her mouth harder against me.
The living room is lit only by the dying embers in the fireplace, but the heat between us could burn the house down. My hips buck, chasing the wet, wicked pressure of her tongue, and the sight of Jace’s thick c**k sliding in and out of her, slick and shining, makes my p***y clench so hard I nearly come on the spot.
“f**k, yes,” I moan, louder than I should, but I don’t care anymore. Mom hums against me, the vibration shooting straight to my core, and Jace’s hand cracks down on her ass, the sharp slap echoing. She gasps into me, and the jolt of it sends sparks up my spine.
“Both of you, so f*****g greedy,”
