Laila lay frozen in the dim room, her heart hammering wildly as the slick, obscene sounds filled the air.
The wet slap of flesh against flesh echoed with every deep thrust, accompanied by her mother's breathy, desperate moans that grew louder and filthier.
"Nngh..., Luke... you're so hard inside me," Monica whimpered, her voice dripping with raw lust. "Don't stop... yes, just like that..."
She couldn't she was hearing this from her mother. The same mother who always appears warm and smiling was letting out such lewd noises that it surprised her.
The bed creaked rhythmically as Luke pounded into her from behind, his heavy balls smacking against her soaked cunt with each powerful stroke.
Laila could hear the lewd squelch of her mother's dripping juices coating his thick cock, the way her slick folds stretched obscenely around his massive shaft.
Despite knowing she should stay still, Laila's body betrayed her.
