The tension in the living room was so thick I could barely breathe.
Cedrick’s fingers were still holding my chin, his dark eyes burning into mine. My half-hearted innocent act had completely crumbled under their hungry stares. I was standing there — shirt open, heavy t**s exposed, short skirt barely covering my ass, and my married p***y dripping shamelessly down my thighs — surrounded by four muscular, horny young men.
“You can keep pretending to be shy, Mom,” Cedrick said, voice low and filthy, “but we all know you’re a needy little slut deep down.”
His dirty words sent a fresh gush of cream leaking from my cunt. I bit my lip, trying to maintain some control, but my body betrayed me completely.
Jax moved first. He stepped behind me and cupped my heavy t**s from behind, squeezing them
