Third Person Pov

Brianna, Kate's mother was on her knees the door to the bedroom fully shut. The marble floor of Roland's master bedroom felt cold on her old knees but she didn't care.

Roland stood in front of her in nothing but loose sweat pants, his heavy veiny cock already straining the thin material.

She swallowed roughly, knowing all so well that she shouldn't be here. Her instincts screamed at her to stand up and get the hell out, but lust blinded the better part of her.

She yanked his sweat pants down his ass, letting his fat prick spring free, thick as her wrist, precum already bubbling at...