“Boys,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she tried to reclaim some semblance of control. Josie’s mouth went dry, her pulse quickening as they stood before her, naked and unashamed. She moaned, the sound muffled by Wyatt’s kiss, as Duke’s rhythm quickened, his cock hitting her deepest spots with every thrust. The sensation stirred a warmth low in her belly, a reminder of desires she’d buried deep. A chance to feel somethin’ other than work?”
Her pulse thundered, the cool water doing nothing to temper the fire in her pussy. It had been so long since anyone had looked at her like that—like she was more than just a rancher, more than just their mother. There was no mistaking the longing in their eyes, a hunger that mirrored the ache growing low in her belly. “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.
