Yelena stood frozen, her body aflame with a forbidden heat she couldn't quench, her pussy pulsing as she watched, Charlotte's panting began to slow, her body still trembling from the intense pleasure.
But then—Yelena felt something warm and slick slide down her leg, like a snake coiling around her skin, ticklish and strange. Her heart stopped, her face paling as she looked down, rubbing her thighs together.
To her disbelief—she'd squirted, just like her daughter, without even realizing it.
Her panties were drenched, her love juice flowing down her legs, past her knees, to her ankles and feet, leaving drops on the floor. She tried to stop it by clenching her thighs, but the liquid kept coming, a shameful testament to her arousal.
Panic surged, she couldn't hide this if she stayed, so pointing at them, her voice broke.
"You...You, two! I raised you both, and you betray me like this—you traitors!"
