Nathalie's head snapped down at the sound of Tyler's voice, her eyes widening in horror as she saw her son's face—drenched in her own shame, his expression twisted in disgust and betrayal.
"D-Don't look—! Close your eyes—! P-PLEASE—!" she screamed, her voice raw with desperation, her body trembling as another shameful gush of piss sprayed from her, her clit pulsing uncontrollably under Angela's relentless fingers.
But she couldn't stop it.
Her body betrayed her in the worst way—her pussy clenching, her asshole gripping my cock like a vice, her bladder emptying itself in hot, shameful spurts all over Tyler's face. "Nnngh—! N-No—! S-Stop—! AAAAH—!"
Nathalie's sobs were broken, her fingers clawing at the air as if she could somehow undo what was happening. But the more she struggled, the more her body responded—her pussy dripping, her asshole clenching, her piss spraying in shameful arcs across her son's horrified face.
