It had been a hell of a day.
Two beautiful, curvy milfs in the morning, their bodies soft and yielding under his hands, leaving him spent but craving more.
Then Ameth's bra and panties, her cool indifference only making the illicit trophies hotter.
And now Eva—sweet, uptight Eva—unraveled into a trembling, moaning mess, her pussy gripping him like a vice, her cries still ringing in his ears.
He was a pervert, no question, and he reveled in it, his cock stirring faintly at the memories as he strode through the quiet streets.
.
When he reached his house, the warm glow of lanterns spilled from the windows, the smell of hearty stew wafting through the air.
He pushed open the door, barely stepping inside before a familiar hand grabbed his ear, twisting just enough to make him wince.
"Lor!" Mira, his mother, scolded, her voice sharp but laced with exasperated affection.
