Tracer gets a hot refreshing bath in her son's cum toghether with emilyk

Tracer's body is submerged in warm cum, and the dampness of the his seed clings to her like a second layer of skin. The muscles in her stomach ripple with delight as memories of her former self lesbian self float to the surface. Now she is forever bound to her son ' manly cock.

tracer leans back against the porcelain bathtub, her wet hair clinging to her forehead. her body feels relaxed and satiated—content amid the claustrophobic confines of her bathroom. the old tile floor, stained and warped by time, provides a suitable backdrop to the dimly lit room.

a faint scent of dampness and perfume hangs in the air, a reminder of the feminine space it once was. but now, the bathroom serves as a sanctuary for tracer's new self—a filthy cumslut who finds pleasure in her son's embrace.

the knock on the door interrupts her musings. it's emily her wife come to bathe in the cum too like the good ex dyke she is. emily's curly hair bounces with each step as she enters the room. her young face is flushed with excitement at the thought of joining tracer.

"mind if i join?" she asks, already unbuttoning her shirt.

tracer grins and shakes her head, her slender body shifting against the tub as she moves to make room for her wife.

"of course not, love," she replies, watching as emily strips down to her underwear.

tracer's eyes take in the sight of her wife's toned stomach and perky breasts, admiring the younger woman's body.

"i just wanted to make sure you were okay," emily says, stepping into the tub and lowering herself into the warm cum. "you've been in here for a while."

tracer chuckles, her hand moving to rest on emily's knee. "i'm fine, just taking a moment to myself," she replies, her fingers tracing lazy circles on emily's skin.

"i was just thinking about the past, when i was a dyke."

emily smiles, her hand reaching up to rest on top of tracer's. "it's okay to miss that part of yourself," she says gently. "it was a big part of who you were."

tracer nods, her eyes drifting closed. "it was, but i'm happy now. happy with where i am and who i am with."

“i’m happy now, with jim. he satisfies me in ways i never thought possible. and it’s not just about the sex, it’s about the love and connection we share, a connection i couldn't have had with you .”

emily smiles, her hand still resting on tracer’s. “i feel the same way,” she says. “our relationship is special. and i love that we’ve found a way to make it work, even with jim being a part of it.