"Julian," she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. She knew what he wanted to hear, but the very idea was too much for her to voice.
Her mind was a tumult of conflicting emotions—shame, excitement and fear. Yet, her body begged for the release only he could provide.
Julian's grin grew more smug with each passing second, his cock pulsing with anticipation. He waited, his eyes never leaving hers as it challenged her to speak the words that he wanted to hear.
Her hand tightened around his cock, her movements becoming more erratic as she felt the pressure building within her.
With a gasp, she finally gave in. "Yes," she shouted, the word echoing off the walls of the room. "I want you to fuck my mother!"
Julian's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with victory as he plunged two fingers into her quivering pussy. His thumb returned to her clit with a rhythm.
