A broken groan tore from my throat as my hips rolled into Hina's touch, my cock aching for more—more pressure, more friction, more of her. But it wasn't just Hina's hand I wanted. It was everything.
The image of Ruth flashed behind my eyes—her long, silver-white hair spilling over pillows, those full, pouty lips parting in a gasp as I pushed inside her.
I could almost feel the way her body would move beneath mine, her thighs trembling as she spread them wider, her cunt slick and begging for me. The thought alone made my cock throb, a sharp, almost painful pulse of need.
And then—Ada.
Ruth's mother.
The thought slithered into my mind, dark and intoxicating. If I could take Ruth, make her mine, then why not Ada too? The older woman's body, still ripe, still hungry—had she ever been properly fucked?
