His Sex Slave

rmath of their incestuous romp still heavy in the air. "Jason," she whispered

having to explain the tangled mess of limbs and the scent of sex that clung to them like a second skin. Mrs. Casti

glistening with their combined juices. He hurriedly pulled on his c

her heart racing with the fear of discovery. She couldn't believe the line

r taboo union. As he slipped out the door, the silence that descended upon the room was deaf

everything, and Jasmin knew that their lives would never be the same. But for now, all they could do was clean up th

from the intense climax. She grabbed her discarded shirt and hastily covered

ality of what they had just done was about to crash down upon them, and she couldn't bear the thought of her father discovering the depravity that had unf

de her pussy clench, the memory of hi

on the need to return to the safety of their previous lives, the lives where they weren't lovers, but mother and daughter. With a final, lingering look, Jasmin watched as he

Castillo's smile grew wider, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Our little

asing the evidence of their transgressions, their eyes never leaving each other's

nd of Jason's retreating footsteps. She turned to face her mother, wh

haky with the residual pleasure that still pulsed through her. Mrs. Castil

a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts amidst the tumu

Her mother's question hung in the air, thick with the scent of sex and the weight of the unspoken. Jasm

t intimate parts, the raw power of being used in such a primal, carnally satisfying way – it h

." Mrs. Castillo propped herself up on her elbow, her ample breasts swaying with the movement, her nipples still erect from

s Jasmin looked into her mother's hungry gaze, she felt a part of herself that had been buried deep within her stir