Mother Daughter Exchange Club #45

She came hard on October 28th, 2016. Back arched, thighs shaking around my face, the taste of her sharp on my tongue. She gripped my hair and kept me there until her breath caught and her body went slack. I didn't wait. I rose, pushed her legs wider, and slid inside in one stroke. She was soaked. Hot. Every inch of her pulsing around me. I fucked her deep and steady at first, then faster, the bedframe hitting the wall with each thrust. She clawed at my shoulders, heels digging into my back, pulling me closer. Sweat slicked our skin. The sound of her—moans, the wet slap of us meeting—was the only thing in the room. When she came again I felt her walls clench and flutter around my cock. That tipped me. I buried myself to the hilt, came hard, breath ragged against her throat. We stayed locked like that, breathing heavy, the sheets damp beneath us.