Mother Daughter Exchange Club #17

She rides with her eyes half-closed, breath quickening each time she drops. Her thighs tighten, hips roll with steady rhythm, and she takes him in like the motion belongs to her. Wet sounds fill the room—skin meeting skin, the slow drag of his cock through her slick folds before she sinks down again, swallowing every inch. He watches the way she moves, controlled and urgent, her body catching the light with each deliberate bounce. She grinds at the bottom, letting him feel the pulse of her around him, then lifts and drops again, chasing the friction that leaves her gasping. Her breasts sway in time with the motion, nipples tight and dark against pale skin. When he reaches for her, she keeps going, using him for the pleasure already building, orgasm coiling hot and low, her thighs trembling but her pace steady as she takes what she wants.