Mother Daughter Exchange Club #44

She straddled his hips and sank onto his cock in one fluid motion. Sweat-slick skin slapped skin. Her hands braced on his chest, nails biting crescent marks into his ribs while she rode him in slow, greedy circles. The heat between them built fast. She arched back, letting him watch her breasts sway with every thrust, nipples tight and glistening. He gripped her ass hard enough to bruise, pulling her down to meet each upward snap of his hips. Their breath came ragged. Every wet sound echoed through the room. Her thighs started trembling. She leaned forward, mouth on his neck, tongue tracing his pulse point as she whispered filthy praise between moans. The rhythm faltered. She clenched around him, every muscle locked tight. He grunted her name once. She came with a broken cry, heat pulsing in waves, and he followed right after, spilling deep inside her. Neither moved for a long moment. Just the sound of breathing and the damp sheets clinging to skin.