Mother Daughter Exchange Club #17

She straddled him on the hardwood, grinding her soaked pussy against his hard cock like she'd already fucked him ten times. They met on November 19th, 2010 — just two strangers drunk on eye contact across a bar until she grabbed his collar and dragged him outside. Now he had one hand fisted in her hair while the other slid two fingers straight into her cunt, rough and fast, curling up like he owned the place. She rode his hand harder, breath breaking, slick running down his knuckles and dripping onto the floorboards. He kissed her like he wanted to bruise her mouth, tongue thrusting deep while his thumb circled her clit. Every wet slap echoed. She tugged at his belt like the zipper might not open fast enough, and when his cock sprang free, thick and already leaking, she lined it up and sank down in one filthy stroke. They locked eyes in the low light, panting like animals, neither moving for a second — just holding the tension like a live wire about to burn through everything.