With three fingers buried inside, her other hand squeezing her breasts, and her legs draped over the chair's armrests, Astrid was rapidly fingering herself to the next orgasm. Already there was a small puddle in front of her, proof of how much she enjoyed watching Erik and her mother.
As soon as Liv surrendered to Erik, she muttered in a slightly crazed tone, "E— Erik wins… aaaaghn… m— my husband is s— stronger than… hnnngh… my mother! Hehehe."
As soon as she realized that, she plunged her fingers further in and came once again, a silly smile on her face. Liv and Astrid were both fighters, and strength was important to them. They weren't inherently submissive or dominant over others, rather, they let relationship dynamics be determined by strength. Any kind of strength was fine; physical, mental, sexual.
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