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Jealous of My Son: Part Two
Sarah jolted awake, sweat still on her thighs, the taste of pussy fading from her tongue. She found Molly in the kitchen, barefoot, half-dressed. No hello. Sarah just looked at her like she was already naked. "Last night I dreamed about you," she said. "About your mouth on me. About mine on you." Molly blinked, lips parted, pulse hammering in her throat. Sarah slid the robe off. Heavy tits spilled into the air, nipples tight. Molly’s eyes dropped. She didn’t move when Sarah stepped in, cupped her face, kissed her hard enough to bruise. Sarah’s hands went under Molly’s shirt, lifted it, sucked one small, pink nipple until the girl’s knees buckled. Then she dropped, dragged Molly’s shorts down, spread her open on the counter. One long, slow lick up the slick seam and Molly’s head snapped back, a broken sound catching in her chest. Sarah ate her like she’d been starving, tongue working deep, fingers spreading her wider, until Molly’s hips started bucking against her mouth. Every moan got louder, every gasp shorter. When Molly came, it shook through her whole body, thighs trembling around Sarah’s head. They moved to the couch. Sarah climbed on top, swung around, lowered her dripping cunt onto Molly’s tongue while she kept licking. They rocked together, filthy and greedy, mouths full, fingers buried, sucking and fucking until the orgasm hit them both at once—raw, loud, shaking the cushions, leaving them slick and gasping and still wanting more.
Sarah jolted awake, sweat still on her thighs, the taste of pussy fading from her tongue. She found Molly in the kitchen, barefoot, half-dressed. No hello. Sarah just looked at her like she was already naked. "Last night I dreamed about you," she said. "About your mouth on me. About mine on you." Molly blinked, lips parted, pulse hammering in her throat. Sarah slid the robe off. Heavy tits spilled into the air, nipples tight. Molly’s eyes dropped. She didn’t move when Sarah stepped in, cupped her face, kissed her hard enough to bruise. Sarah’s hands went under Molly’s shirt, lifted it, sucked one small, pink nipple until the girl’s knees buckled. Then she dropped, dragged Molly’s shorts down, spread her open on the counter. One long, slow lick up the slick seam and Molly’s head snapped back, a broken sound catching in her chest. Sarah ate her like she’d been starving, tongue working deep, fingers spreading her wider, until Molly’s hips started bucking against her mouth. Every moan got louder, every gasp shorter. When Molly came, it shook through her whole body, thighs trembling around Sarah’s head. They moved to the couch. Sarah climbed on top, swung around, lowered her dripping cunt onto Molly’s tongue while she kept licking. They rocked together, filthy and greedy, mouths full, fingers buried, sucking and fucking until the orgasm hit them both at once—raw, loud, shaking the cushions, leaving them slick and gasping and still wanting more.