Mother Daughter Exchange Club #35

She pins him to the wall like she’s settling a score. Her mouth crashes into his, tongue pushing deep, hands already ripping at his shirt. He grabs her ass hard, dragging her against his cock, grinding slow like he’s claiming every inch. She bites his lip, tastes blood, then drops to her knees without asking. Button undone. Zipper down. His dick spills out, already slick at the head. She licks it once, mean, then takes him to the back of her throat, gagging on purpose. Spit runs down her chin. He fucks her mouth, hips snapping, fingers knotted in her hair. When he pulls her up she’s gasping but grinning, bent over the desk before he can think. Skirt yanked up. Panties torn sideways. He sinks in raw and she curses, half moan, half challenge. The slap of skin fills the room. He pounds her until the desk shakes, one hand choking her throat, the other between her legs rubbing her raw. She comes first, shaking, nails clawing wood. He follows, buried deep, filling her until it leaks down her thigh. They stay locked, panting, both of them ruined and still wanting more.