A loud, furious voice cut through the air like a whipcrack.
"Let go of my mother!"
I turned to see Eric straining against the ropes binding him to the tree, his muscles bulging, his face twisted in rage. His voice was raw, desperate, his eyes locked onto the scene unfolding before him.
A woman cried out, her voice trembling but firm. "Eric… don't worry. Mother is fine…"
My gaze flicked to her—and my breath caught.
She was stunning. Her body was lean but curved in all the right places, her skin glistening with sweat, her black pubic hair thick and wild between her thighs. Her nipples were dark brown, hard and erect, standing out against her golden skin.
The leaf covering her had been torn away, leaving her completely exposed, her pussy damp and glistening, her body trembling with a mix of fear and something darker—something feral.
