It's Stuck

Megan Rain was deep in her books when Cherie DeVille's frantic shout pulled her straight into the bedroom. The sight waiting there nearly knocked the girl on her ass: Cherie half-naked, tits out, panic written across her face. She blurted that she’d jammed a toy in herself to get ready for tonight’s date, then the damn thing got stuck. Megan tried to backpedal, every excuse on her tongue, but Cherie snapped at her to help and the girl gave in. Megan slicked a finger with spit and eased it inside, hunting blindly. Nothing. Two fingers, then a third, until her whole fist sat knuckles-deep. Cherie’s breath hitched into filthy moans, her big natural tits heaving. Turned out the toy was never inside her at all; it sat untouched in the drawer the whole time. She licked Megan’s fingers clean of her own juices, confessed that single fist had already made her come, and decided her daughter deserved the same lesson. Cherie dove between Megan’s thighs, tongue working like she’d been waiting for this. Megan squirmed, protested, but those hungry licks melted every excuse. Once the brunette had her blonde daughter gasping, she lay back and spread wide. Megan let spit drip from her tongue onto her mother’s slick folds, then shoved her small fist in to the wrist, fucking her hard. Cherie howled, climbed on top, and rode that fist while Megan tongued her asshole and rubbed her own soaked cunt. They finished slick and grinding, shaved pussies slapping wet together until both women shook and came.