Mother Daughter Exchange Club #28

She let him spread her open and looked down to watch the same cock that had taken her countless times disappear again into the soft, wet heat between her legs. Slow at first, a steady push that forced her cunt to stretch around the thickness. He was deep enough to hurt, the kind of deep she liked too much. The first few strokes were easy, almost lazy. Then he grabbed her thighs, pulled them wider, and buried every inch like he meant to ruin the next hour for both of them. Their bodies slapped wet and sharp. She breathed his name between broken sounds, thighs twitching as he ground in and out with the kind of rhythm that left no room for thought, just the heavy pull of her cunt clenching around him.