Mother Daughter Exchange Club #36

We met at her place. She invited me up, poured two glasses of something cold, and let her silk robe slide off her shoulders like it didn’t matter. Her body was all warm curves and light. I ran my hands over the soft skin of her back while she pressed into me. Her nipples were stiff against my chest as we kissed, tongues moving slow and sure. She tasted like the drink she’d sipped and something darker. I dropped the towel around my hips and she took me in her hand, thumb stroking once across the head. I slid my fingers between her legs—wet, hot, ready—and worked her until her thighs shook. She climbed on my lap, guided me into her, sank down with a long, greedy moan. We rocked together, her nails digging into my shoulders, my mouth on her neck, the wet sounds our bodies made each time we moved. Her breathing hitched when she came; her muscles squeezed tight and rapid around me. I held her hips, drove up hard, and finished deep inside her. Heat and wetness dripped between us. She lay there breathing against my chest, sweat cooling on her skin, my hand lazy on the curve of her ass.