Mother Daughter Exchange Club #26

He started recording her before summer even ended. September 7, 2012. This one's from the vault. She doesn't look at him. Legs apart, cunt swollen and wet, dripping down her crack onto the cracked leather. One hand busy between her thighs, the other on her tit. She breathes like it's been days since she's been fucked right. Slow, rocking strokes at first. Then her hips twitch. Speed up. Her fingers slip inside the heat of her. She's hungry. His shadow crawls along the wall behind her. Sweat. The cheap silk top twisted at her waist. She moans his name. Says it twice. Third time it sticks in her throat and comes out broken. Her thighs shake. Then it hits. Hard. She bites her lip till it's red and raw. Backs up into it. Makes sure the camera catches every jerk, every aftershock, every wet sound leaking from her cunt when she pulls her fingers out and licks them clean like she's starving and didn't just cream all over the record of it.