Mother Daughter Exchange Club #37

He grabbed her hips like she owed him money. Heat poured off his body, thick with sweat and need. Her bare skin stuck to his where they met, legs locked around his waist, thighs trembling from holding on so long. He drove into her in one hard push and stayed there, grinding deep enough she felt it in her teeth. Her back scraped the cold wall. She bit his shoulder instead of crying out. Fingers dug into her ass, spreading her open, holding her still while he fucked her like he meant to break something. Her hands clawed at his back, leaving red tracks. He liked the pain. Liked it more when she moaned into his neck and rocked her hips to meet him, slick and desperate. Every thrust knocked another gasp out of her, raw and wet. She reached down between them, found the base of his cock, squeezed hard. He swore, hips jerking forward like she'd pulled a trigger. Her other hand slid lower, traced where they joined, then pressed behind his balls. He almost dropped her. His rhythm faltered, went frantic. She smiled against his skin and did it again. The air stank of sex. Their breath came in short, ugly sounds. He fucked her harder, punishing. She took it, greedy for the rough edges. When he started to come she dug her heels into his back and held him deep, pulsing around him until he shook apart in her arms.