Mother Daughter Exchange Club #32

April 4th, 2014. She slammed me against the hotel wall before the door even clicked shut. Mouth on mine, hands already yanking my belt. I grabbed her ass, pulled her tight. Her skirt rode up. No panties. Wet heat pressed against my fingers. She moaned into my mouth and ground down, slicking herself on my knuckles. I shoved two fingers inside her and she bit my lip. Hard. Didn't stop moving. Her cunt clenched around me, pulsing like she was trying to swallow my hand whole. I fucked her with my fingers until her thighs shook, then I spun her around, bent her over the desk. She spread her legs without asking. I freed my cock, slid in deep in one thrust. She was tight, scorching. I pounded her hard enough to rattle the lamp. Her knuckles went white gripping the edge. Sweat dripped down her spine. Each slap of skin echoed off the walls. She came first, loud, broken. I didn't slow down. I was right behind her. We finished, breathing like we'd run a mile. Didn't even bother undressing. Just stayed there, still connected, knowing we weren't supposed to be here at all.