My Daughter's Approval: Part Two

Edyn Blair stands between Kendra and Lauren with one eyebrow cocked, the little redhead puppeteer sizing up which desperate mommy-to-be she wants to keep. She takes them to the bedroom and tells them what she wants to see. Clothes come off fast. Lauren and Kendra dive at each other, bodies slick and loud, biting mouths, rubbing cunts, one trying to out-moan the other for the imaginary ring. Edyn sits back, shorts pushed aside, fingers working tight circles over her own slit, grinning as the women use every filthy trick they know to impress her. After both come, they turn on the eighteen-year-old and chase her naked through the hall. She squeals, almost laughs, but they catch her, pinning arms and thighs as if that gleaming teenage pussy is the prize. They start telling—telling hard—why they’d be the better wife, voices strained, until warm fingers replace their sales pitch. Kendra’s tongue finds Edyn’s mouth, slow and deep. Lauren’s is between her legs, wet and hungry. The teen is all bark and little experience; the women notice, so they slow down and teach. Lauren plants her cunt on Edyn’s lips, tells her where to lick, then grinds until cream coats the girl’s tongue. Edyn soaks it up fast. Kendra swaps in next, grinds cunts against hers, showing her how to scissor. Lauren rides Edyn’s face again, comes, and Edyn groans with the sticky reward. Kendra finishes, rubbing hard and fast until the teenager shudders under her. It still isn’t clear who wins, so the MILFs decide together, eating Edyn at the same time—Lauren sucking her clit, Kendra knuckle-deep—until the girl’s last climax decides it. She may not know the answer yet. They don’t care. Their mouths stay on her, wet and patient.