A few minutes ago… in the sitting room…
Claire gasped, slowly rubbing her thighs against each other.
She softly bit her lips, remembering the sensation of Damien's hand when he gripped her buttocks.
'No… why do I keep thinking… like this?' she thought, clenching her fists.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't take the thought of Damien away from her mind.
Not just his gaze, the look he gave to her when he had her pinned beneath him that other night, as well as the feeling of his huge dick buried deep in her pussy.
Those feelings all came back at the same time, causing her folds to throb heavily in hunger.
She wanted it… she wanted to feel it again, that huge dick piercing through her slick folds.
She didn't know why, but during the last few days, Damien never did anything with her.
Except for recently when he squeezed her ass as they hugged, all he had done was interact normally with her… like a normal 'mother' and 'son' should do
