Mother Daughter Exchange Club #10

Jessie doesn't give a damn about Persia's step-daughter drama. She's busy watching the way Persia's fingers curl around her glass, imagining those same fingers gripping her thighs. Persia talks. Jessie nods. Her mind's already on the couch, Persia's mouth hot against her neck, then lower, working down until Jessie arches and grabs fistfuls of silk shirt. Persia spreads her open with a single practiced touch and Jessie bites her lip hard enough to taste blood. When Persia pushes two fingers inside and curls them, Jessie comes fast and mean, gasping against the other woman's collarbone. She wants more. She wants all of it. The rest can wait.