Mother Daughter Exchange Club #04

Nicole draws the door shut behind them. Riley waits near the bed, fingers laced at her hips, her skin already flushed. Nicole takes her time. She steps in close, brushes a fingertip across Riley’s lower lip, and watches the small tremor that runs through the girl’s thighs. “You sure?” she asks. Riley nods—quick, small—but it’s enough. Nicole kisses her softly at first, then firmer when Riley parts her lips. Their tongues meet, wet and warm. Nicole’s hand slides down, cups one breast through the thin cotton. Riley gasps into her mouth. Nicole rolls the nipple beneath her thumb until it stiffens, then does the same to the other. Riley’s breathing turns ragged. She’s trembling but doesn’t pull away. Nicole lowers her to the mattress, peels the tank top up and off. Riley’s breasts are modest, high, pink at the tips. Nicole mouths each one slowly, sucking until Riley arches and whimpers. Her jeans come next. Nicole slips them down with Riley’s panties still caught inside, leaving her bare from the waist down. The scent of her arousal hits Nicole sweet and sharp. She nudges Riley’s knees open. The girl’s folds gleam, lips parted and swollen. Nicole drags two fingers through the slick, circles her entrance, presses in. Riley is tight—virgin-tight. Nicole works the fingers deeper, curling them upward. Riley’s hips jerk. Nicole sets a rhythm—steady, careful—until Riley’s inner walls start to grip. Then she brings her mouth down. Riley cries out the moment Nicole’s tongue flicks across her clit. She tastes like salt and heat, small pulses already rippling beneath Nicole’s lips. Nicole seals around her, sucks gently, pushes those fingers a fraction harder. Riley’s hands fist the sheets. She comes fast, strangled little sounds escaping her throat, thighs shaking around Nicole’s ears. Nicole draws it out, licking slow as the tremors fade, until Riley whimpers and tries to close her legs. She relents. Kisses the inside of one twitching thigh. Looks up at the dazed, flushed girl and smiles.