Cumming mature: Mary-Kate

Mary-Kate sits naked on the edge of the bed, forty-nine years old and twice a grandmother. The two girls kneel in front of her, barely eighteen. Lara’s mouth finds hers while Petra’s hand slides between Mary-Kate’s legs, fingers parting the smooth lips of her shaved pussy. The girls work her together. Lara’s tongue slips inside her mouth, then trails down to her small, soft breasts. Petra pushes three fingers deep, twisting them slowly until Mary-Kate’s hips lift from the sheets. When she starts to tremble, Petra adds a fourth finger, then eases her thumb inside. Mary-Kate moans into Lara’s kiss. Lara climbs higher. She straddles Mary-Kate’s chest and lowers her cunt onto the older woman’s open mouth. Mary-Kate licks her greedily, tasting the younger girl while Petra’s fist sinks in to the wrist. The stretch burns and soothes at once. Every time Petra pulls back, Mary-Kate’s cunt grips, trying to keep her inside. Lara grinds against Mary-Kate’s tongue. Her thighs start to shake. At the same time Petra curls her knuckles, finding the spot that makes Mary-Kate’s whole body lock up. She comes hard, crying out against Lara’s wet folds, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Petra holds still, buried to the forearm, while Mary-Kate pulses around her. The girls trade places without speaking. Mary-Kate lies back, pulling Lara down onto her hand, stretching the teenager the same way she was stretched. Petra straddles Mary-Kate’s face so the older woman can suck her clit while her fist works deeper inside Lara. The wet sounds of cunt and fist fill the room until Lara breaks first, then Petra follows, thighs clenched around Mary-Kate’s head. All three stay still for a moment, breathing. Sweat cools on their skin. Mary-Kate’s cunt is red and swollen, her fist still glistening from the girls. No one reaches for clothes.