She exhaled sharply, focus unbreakable even as her body gleamed with exertion.
Lor's cock twitched harder, a jolt of heat shooting through him.
"Oh, gods," he breathed, pressing himself back against the tree, his grin widening like a thief who'd just found an unlocked vault.
"Jackpot."
Two mothers.
One soft, lush brunette with curves that could swallow him whole, her body a promise of warmth and surrender.
One hard, tomboyish amazon with a physique built to dominate, to squeeze him dry with raw power.
His heart pounded, excitement coursing through him like wine, heady and intoxicating.
He bit his lip, his eyes darting between the two houses, his mind racing with possibilities.
He shifted, his trousers tight against the growing hardness, his grin sharpening as he weighed his options.
If he played this right, if he spun the web carefully, he could have them—both.
Think Lor Think.
You are a genius when it comes to things like these.
