Ana
"Round three?" my mother asked as she stepped inside, a wine glass dangling from her fingers.
She took a slow sip of wine, her lips staining the glass red, then set it on the dresser with deliberate care. Her robe hung lose, her eyes glinting with hunger.
“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, did you?”
I swallowed, my throat raw from Christian’s c**k, my voice barely a rasp. My body was a mix of exhaustion and arousal, my mind screaming to run while my p***y wanted more.
“Mum, this is—”
“Enough?” she cut in, her smile sharp as a blade. “Oh, darling, don’t pretend you haven’t loved every second of this. I can smell it on you.”
She stepped closer, letting her robe fall entirely, leaving her in nothing but that black lace bra and matching panties, her body so enticing. Chr
