Mother Daughter Exchange Club #33

She unzipped his trousers with a slow tug of her wrist. His cock sprang free, already stiff and hot to her touch. She wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft and stroked once, twice, letting the velvet skin shift over the rigid core. Spit warmed her palm on the next downward slide. She climbed onto the hotel bed, knees sinking into the starched white sheets. He lay beneath her, shirt still half-buttoned, eyes tracking every move. Light from the window cut across the curve of her breast as she angled her hips and lowered herself. The swollen head parted her, nudged inside. A single smooth descent took the whole length, a quiet hiss escaping her throat. She rolled her hips in tight circles, grinding her clit against him each time she dropped. Slick warmth coated his length and ran down his balls in a thin trail. He gripped her thighs, fingers digging just enough to leave faint pink crescents. Her pace turned raw. She rose until only the crown remained inside, then slammed down again, skin slapping skin in a steady, wet rhythm. Sweat gathered between her breasts. When her thighs began to shake, he held her steady and drove upward to meet every drop of her hips. The bed creaked once, then gave way beneath the hard, final thrusts.