Mother and daughter fuck instead of shopping!

Veronica Avluv pulls Darcie Dolce by the hips and buries her mouth in that slick heat. Her tongue strokes every fold, slow, steady, tasting the throb that pulses against her lips. Darcie arches, thighs open wide, and the wet starts right away. It trickles across Veronica's chin, warm, sticky, sliding down to pool in the crease of her neck. She groans into it and keeps licking until Darcie's legs shake. A sharp breath catches in Darcie's throat and the dripping turns steady. Her slickness runs faster now, heavy drops landing on the sheets with every twitch of her cunt. Veronica hums, licks harder, and Darcie shudders. She clutches fistfuls of Veronica's hair and grinds, chasing the tongue like she'll die without it. "Mom," she gasps. Veronica answers by sucking hard on her swollen clit, and Darcie's slick gushes again, thicker this time, coating everything it touches. The smell of sex rises between them. Darcie's thighs are slick with it, her ass slick, the bed wet beneath them both. Veronica lifts her face just enough to speak. "You don't finish that essay, I won't let you come on my tongue." Darcie's only answer is a long, broken moan and another rush of wetness that runs down Veronica's fingers and drips off her wrist.