Mother Daughter Exchange Club #23

She sits on the kitchen table at midnight. Both legs spread. The old mortgage papers still sit there from earlier, invoices scattered like fallen leaves, but they don't matter now. He stands above her, cock in one hand, the weight of it obvious in the way he moves it. She watches him slide it against her—slow at first, not yet inside, letting her feel every thick vein dragging along her folds. Her lips part. Breath catches. When he finally pushes in, the burn is sweet, dirty, exactly what she’s been missing. Her cunt takes him all at once, greedy and slick. Papers crunch under her palms as she grips the edge. He pulls out to the tip, only to slam back in. Each thrust makes her heels leave the floor. The smell of sex hangs heavy in the air, cut sharp by the scent of fresh ink and paper under them. He grips her thighs, pulling her onto him harder. She takes him. Every inch. When she tells him to come inside, she says it low and clear. Like she already knows she’ll keep his load there all night.