Rachele Richey Fucks Mandingo’s Black Cock

This shouldn’t be happening, she thought, her conscience flickering like a dying ember. “You’ve always carried us, Ma,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her like a summer storm. His words wrapped around her, heavy with unspoken gratitude, and she felt their weight settle deep in her chest. Josie’s mouth went dry, her pulse quickening as they stood before her, naked and unashamed. Her hands reached up, one cupping Duke’s cheek, the other tangling in Wyatt’s hair, pulling them both closer. Josie’s breath faltered, her body instinctively leaning into his touch despite the voice in her head protesting. This is mine, she thought, savoring the rare solitude. She squared her shoulders, her usual bravado masking the vulnerability she felt. How could something so forbidden feel so right? His thumbs circled her nipples, coaxing them to tight peaks, and she gasped, the sensation sending ripples of pleasure straight to her clit.