Pov In Bathroom

“God, Duke,” she moaned, her voice breaking. Now, at forty-five, with lines etched around her eyes and a body still strong but softened by time, she felt the weight of those years pressing against her. “But you better treat me right, boys.”

Wyatt’s grin was wicked, his teeth flashing in the moonlight as he stepped closer. “You were everything, Ma,” he murmured, his voice low and rich with emotion. “God, Duke,” she breathed, her nails digging into his shoulders as his cock filled her completely. “Always have been. “Barely,” she admitted, her pussy and ass tender but sated. “You’re so big.”

“You’re so tight, Ma,” Duke groaned, his voice strained as he held himself still, letting her adjust to his size. “Just what I needed,” she murmured, her voice swallowed by the quiet. The water cradled her, soothing the ache in her limbs and quieting the constant hum of responsibility in her mind.