Mother Daughter Exchange Club #35

Her thighs lock tight around my hips. She pushes down hard, takes every inch in one brutal thrust, mouth open in a sharp gasp. Sweat slides between us, sticky, loud. Our mouths crash, teeth knocking, tongues desperate. She rides like she wants to split herself open, nails carving red tracks down my back, breathing raw and filthy in my ear. Every slam of her hips says what words never will. When she comes, she bites my shoulder until it bruises, clenching so tight I can feel the pulse of her, milking me while she shakes, eyes screwed shut like she's holding on to something she knows she'll lose.