"Oh, Octavia,"

she purred, reaching out to cup the younger woman's face in her hand. "Come here."

As if in a daze, Octavia rose from her hiding spot and allowed herself to be guided back onto the bed between you. Stella parted her legs, revealing her still-glistening sex to her daughter.

"Here,"

she whispered huskily, "take what you want."

Stella watched with rapt attention as you took Octavia, her own body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her recent orgasms. She reached out to gently stroke Octavia's breasts, marveling at their softness as they bounced with each of your powerful thrusts.

"Oh, darling,"

she murmured,

"you're taking him so well."

Octavia's head tossed back, her long black hair spilling across the pillows as she moaned loudly, completely lost to the pleasure.