The Pact A Master PC TaleChapter 25 Pillow Talk
Belle Wilson also seemed to be purring, her mother thought. She lay, face down, her left arm stretched out across her mom’s flat stomach. Her breathing was steady and regular, as she was totally spent after another night of exploratory, occasionally raucous, sex with her mom. Sara turned towards her daughter, so that Belle’s arm draped over her waist and gently pulled them closer together. Until their recent adjustments under The Pact, neither was even remotely attracted to one another. But...