Mother Daughter Exchange Club #27

She straddles his face like she owns it. Blonde hair hangs down in loose strands, brushing his forehead. Her skin's shaved clean, nothing between his mouth and her. He feels the warmth first, then the weight. Small, natural tits rise and fall above him as she settles in, pressing down until breathing becomes a privilege she grants. His hands reach up, fingers spreading across her ass, but she leans forward to kiss him before he can pull her closer. Mouth on mouth, wet and slow, tasting herself already on his tongue. She pulls back, eyes locked on his, then lowers again—tighter this time, fuller. Her hips roll in small, deliberate circles. He gasps when she lets him. She smiles. Doesn't stop.