Mother Daughter Exchange Club #26

He presses her into the mattress, her knees spread wide, the silk sheets sliding beneath her. Her wrists lie trapped above her head in one of his hands, the other stroking between her legs, fingers slick with her arousal. His mouth finds the hollow of her throat, then lower, lips parting around a nipple, sucking until she arches and gasps. She feels his cock pressing against her thigh, thick and heavy, the heat of it unmistakable. He releases her wrists only to grip her hips, lining himself up and sliding inside in one slow, deliberate thrust. She takes him deep, the stretch burning sweet. Her nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks her in steady, rolling strokes—hips snapping forward, the wet sound of skin against skin filling the room. He leans down, breath hot against her ear. “Mine,” he growls, and she clenches around him, trembling. He drives harder, chasing release, fucking her until her voice breaks into a moan, legs locked around him as he comes deep, pulse after pulse, buried to the hilt inside her.