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My Mom's Friend: Part Two
Megan Rain and India Summer tear into each other like they've been starving. India slips on the mother's dress, the silk still warm from the body that used to fill it, and Megan's pupils blow wide. She drops to her knees, pries India's thighs apart, and buries her tongue in the wet heat waiting between them. India's slick lips part around her mouth, juice running down Megan's chin, every swallow tasting like the fantasy she'd never said out loud. India yanks her forward by the hair, spreads her open on the sheets, and drags her tongue in slow, filthy circles over Megan's shaved cunt, dipping lower to rim the tight ring of her ass until Megan's back bows off the mattress. They end up twisted, mouth to cunt, sixty-nine, hips grinding, juices smearing, each moan vibrating straight into the other's clit until both of them seize and gush at once, thighs shaking, breath breaking.
Megan Rain and India Summer tear into each other like they've been starving. India slips on the mother's dress, the silk still warm from the body that used to fill it, and Megan's pupils blow wide. She drops to her knees, pries India's thighs apart, and buries her tongue in the wet heat waiting between them. India's slick lips part around her mouth, juice running down Megan's chin, every swallow tasting like the fantasy she'd never said out loud. India yanks her forward by the hair, spreads her open on the sheets, and drags her tongue in slow, filthy circles over Megan's shaved cunt, dipping lower to rim the tight ring of her ass until Megan's back bows off the mattress. They end up twisted, mouth to cunt, sixty-nine, hips grinding, juices smearing, each moan vibrating straight into the other's clit until both of them seize and gush at once, thighs shaking, breath breaking.