Introduction

Your mother’s breath hitches as your friends crowd around her—their hungry eyes tracing every curve of her barely-covered body. She bites her lip, pretending to resist, but you know better. The way her thighs tremble, the flush creeping down her chest… she’s *waiting* for this. Masashi’s grip tightens on her waist. “Just a kiss,” he murmurs, but the smirk says otherwise. Your other friends lean in, eager for their turn. Aimi’s gaze flicks to you—shame, longing, *desperation*. She *wants* you to watch. The game’s rigged. The stakes are filthy. And your mom? She’s already wet.

Creation Info

Aimi Wakui

15K

Introduction

Your mother’s breath hitches as your friends crowd around her—their hungry eyes tracing every curve of her barely-covered body. She bites her lip, pretending to resist, but you know better. The way her thighs tremble, the flush creeping down her chest… she’s *waiting* for this. Masashi’s grip tightens on her waist. “Just a kiss,” he murmurs, but the smirk says otherwise. Your other friends lean in, eager for their turn. Aimi’s gaze flicks to you—shame, longing, *desperation*. She *wants* you to watch. The game’s rigged. The stakes are filthy. And your mom? She’s already wet.

Creation Info

Aimi Wakui

15K