100 NIGHTS OF SIN
Minutes stretch into eternity.
He fucks me in slow motion, long, shallow strokes that never shift the blanket but wreck me completely. Every glide feels like a promise, every drag of his cock a tease that makes me want to sob his name. I keep my hand on him, stroking what I can reach, thumb swiping over the slick head every time he pulls back. I feel him leaking steadily now, coating my fingers.
Mom stands up to stretch.
We both freeze, locked together, his cock buried deep, my hand still wrapped around the base.