Mother Daughter Exchange Club #25 - Remastered

She had him bound at the wrists and pinned to the sheets like she'd done it a thousand times before. One sharp tug of silk and his arms stretched taut above his head. Her fingers traced down his chest, slow, then tighter, nails catching skin until he hissed. She liked the sound. Liked it enough to do it again. His cock stood hard between them. She watched it twitch when she dragged her thumb over the head, collecting the wet bead there and smearing it down the shaft. He bucked. She pressed her knee into his thigh to keep him still. Her mouth followed her hand. Tongue flat, wet heat sliding from base to tip before she took him in, lips sealing tight. He groaned, hips jerking despite her hold. She pulled off, spit stringing between her mouth and his cock, and smiled. Then she climbed over him, knees on either side of his ribs, cunt hovering just out of reach. His tongue flicked, hungry, but she stayed away. She reached back, gripped him, and sank down inch by inch until she was full, breath catching in her throat. Her hips rolled slow at first, then faster, wet sounds filling the room. He met her every thrust. Sweat slid between her breasts. She leaned forward, braced a hand on his chest, and rode him until the edge caught them both. Her thighs shook. His arms strained against the silk. She didn't untie him right away. Just stayed there, cock still buried deep, while the tremors ran through them both.