Mother Daughter Exchange Club #43

She fucked like the world was burning down around us. Legs locked at my back, driving me deeper with every thrust. The curve of her hips never stopped—rolling, grinding—pulling the rhythm out of both of us. Sweat tracked down her ribs and onto the sheets. Heat soaked through. Breath hitched. She clenched hard, pulling my cock tight inside her, holding it there like she owned it. Her cunt quivered around me—wet, heavy, gripping every inch—then came again in short, brutal pulses. I slammed harder, hips snapping sharp and mean, chasing the way her body answered back. Nails raked down my spine. I smelled sex thick in the air. The mattress creaked, the headboard slammed the wall, and neither of us gave a damn.