Mother Daughter Exchange Club #32

A hand settles on her hip and pulls her back into his body. His cock rests hard between her cheeks, thick and warm, the head nudging close. He leans over her, breath on the shell of her ear, and sinks in with one slow, deliberate push. She grips the sheets as he fills her, that first slow slide turning into a steady rhythm that rocks the bed frame. He likes the way she sounds when he reaches around and rubs her clit—little desperate catches in her throat each time his fingers slip over the wet, swollen skin. His thrusts get sharper. Her thighs tremble. He can feel her pulse tighten around him, and when she pushes back, greedy, he gives it to her harder. Sweat slicks their skin. When she comes, she pulses around him, thighs locking, mouth open on a broken sound that drags his own climax loose. He groans and empties inside her in thick, heavy pulses, the both of them shuddering, breathless, locked together until the last wave rolls through.