My restrained hands rest precariously low, brushing against his cock while he subtly moves against my body. The three of us. Their arms wrap around my shoulders as my mother cries into my neck, Malin's hands slip to my waist, sliding over my stomach and lower than he should ever go, especially in the audience of the woman who gave birth to me. But she doesn't even flinch, allowing his touch to roam over my body while we reunite.
Fucking trash humans
