Lucian's hands roamed Celine's motherly body, caressing her soft skin as she rode him. His fingers traced the curve of her slim waist, sliding up to cup her full breasts. He pinched and rolled her hard rosy nipples between his fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp from Celine.
"Hng... hng!! ugh... Unng..!"
"Shh, mother," He whispered, his hot breath tickling her skin, "We don't want to wake Isabella, do we?"
Celine bit her lip, struggling to stay quiet as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Thrust~ Thrust~ Thrust…!
Having her knees pressed firmly into the seat, she used them to rock her shaply hips faster, taking Lucian's thick boner deeper with each thrust.
Squelch! squelch! squelch~ squelch!
The wet sounds of their fucking filled the carriage, barely masked by the rain outside.
As she bounced on his dick, Celine couldn't help but think about how different she had become.
