Clara’s POV 🔥
I followed my mom into the kitchen, my legs still shaky and my panties soaked from what had just happened in my bedroom. My heart was racing so hard I was scared she could hear it.
We were preparing dinner together — simple fried rice and chicken. I stood at the counter chopping vegetables, trying to keep my hands steady, while she stirred the pot. The aroma of spices and onions filled the air, but all I could focus on was the faint throbbing between my legs and the memory of Reed’s thick c**k stretching me open just minutes ago.
“So, how’s the project going with Kendra?” Mom asked casually, glancing at me.
“It’s… coming along well,” I replied, my voice a little too high. “She’s really smart. We make a good team.”
Mom smiled. “That’s good. I’m glad you’re taking your stu
