My Mom's Friend: Part Two

Megan already knows what India tastes like. She had her fill the first time, but that only stoked the hunger. Now the brunette MILF stands at the edge of the bed in her borrowed dress, hem lifted just enough to show she came prepared—nothing underneath. Megan drops to her knees, parts India’s thighs, and licks straight into the wet heat waiting for her. India’s fingers slide into dark hair, urging her deeper, hips rocking in a slow, steady grind against Megan’s tongue. They trade places without a word. India lays Megan back, spreads her open, and lowers her mouth until warm breath ghosts over bare lips. She licks slow circles around Megan’s clit, then dips lower, the flat of her tongue dragging deliberately over the tight ring of her ass before returning to the slick, swollen center. Megan’s thighs shake. She grabs at the sheets, breath catching every time India sucks gently on her clit. When the need gets too sharp, they shift again. Megan swings a leg over India’s head and settles into a sixty-nine. Her mouth finds India’s pussy at the same moment India’s tongue pushes back inside her. They move together—wet sounds, soft gasps, the occasional muffled moan. Fingers join tongues, sliding in and out in a steady rhythm, slick and relentless. The pace tightens, hips bucking, thighs quivering, until both women come hard, mouths still locked on each other, bodies pulsing through it in perfect sync.