Mother Daughter Exchange Club #23

You ram two fingers into her while the cuffs bite her wrists overhead. The cop car parked just down the narrow street. The sun's down, streetlights buzz dead. She parts her thighs, heat wet against your palm. Breath chopped by the plastic gag. You twist your fingers, hook forward till she jerks. Slick runs down your knuckles. One sharp slap across her cunt. She shudders. Sirens wail, distant. Her skin flares red where you slap again, harder. Leaning close you breathe filthy in her ear. She moans through the gag. You crouch lower, teeth on her inner thigh. Sweat beads. You flip her skirt over her hips. Hard slap. Another. Each sting fights the hold of the cuffs. You unzip, cock heavy. Rub it against the seam of her. Let it slide, tease, then snap hips forward. She takes it with a muffled cry. Streetlight catches the shine on her belly. Red lipstick smeared. You yank her hips, grind deep, cold metal bars behind her. She clenches. Again. Pounding her till the thud of flesh on steel echoes against the alley bricks. Her eyes rolled, mascara streaked. You keep driving, every thrust edged like a knife. She comes on you with silent spasms. Head against the cage, throat working around the gag. You spill hot. Sticky. Fingers still tight in her hair. Sirens gone, nothing now but sweat, breath, headlights cutting the night.