My Mom's Friend: Part Two

Megan Rain had her fantasy mother right where she wanted her. India Summer wore the dress like it belonged to her, and Megan couldn't wait any longer. She dropped to her knees, spread those legs, and buried her face between soft thighs. India's cunt tasted sweet when she licked it, juices coating her tongue while her fingers worked inside that slick heat. India arched back against the sofa and let Megan feast. Then she pulled Megan up and switched positions. Her tongue traced Megan's shaved lips before sliding lower, circling that tight little asshole until Megan shivered. India's mouth closed over Megan's clit, sucking gently while two fingers slid inside and curled against the right spot. They moved together on the bed, mouths between each other's legs. Megan licked and sucked, hips rolling against India's tongue. Their moans grew louder, wet sounds filled the room, and when they came they came hard—India's thighs shaking around Megan's face while Megan's whole body tensed and released against India's mouth.