To recover from being ruthlessly fucked, both mother and daughter rested their heads on his chest and shoulders.
The atmosphere was quiet, but lust lingered in the air.
Mrs. Dalia kept her hand on his abs, tracing her fingers between them.
To his left, Thalia listened to his heartbeat, her palm resting on his chest.
If it was one thing both daughter and mother shared at the moment, however, it was the direction, the monstrosity they had their eyes on.
Max's cock was rigid and fully erect from the warmth of their naked bodies and bosoms pressed against him.
"So… tell me… How long have you two been fucking?"
Mrs. Dalia asked softly, readjusting her head in a way she would capture Max and Thalia's expressions.
At the same time, her hand already slipped down and grabbed the base of his cock, cupping his ball sack along while slowly twirling it around like a joystick with no intent to stroke it yet.
