Then she turned her attention to Jake, untying his own robe and pushing it open with the same unhurried patience. His cock sprang free, thick and already half-hard, the head flushed dark and leaking. Rosa wrapped her hand around him and stroked slowly — once, twice, three times — her grip firm and knowing, her thumb brushing over the sensitive crown.
"Already so eager for us," she murmured, her voice husky with affection and lust.
"Our boy. Our man. So patient all day… and now falling apart for us. Let us take care of you tonight."
She guided Chelsea's hand down to join hers.
Together, mother and daughter stroked him in slow, synchronized movements. Chelsea's fingers were tentative at first, almost shy, but Rosa's steady guidance gave her confidence.
AHH!
