Mother Daughter Exchange Club #32

Alice showed up dripping April 4th back in '14. Cocky grin, curves barely contained in that skimpy bikini, strutted across the deck straight to where we lounged with drinks already sweating in our fists. We didn't waste time chatting. Tits hit the sun, top flicked off, and suddenly our cocks perked right up, throbbing under the fabric. She locked eyes with each of us, lips slick and parted, tongue tasting air like she already knew how this game ends. Before we knew it her bikini bottoms slid down, flawless ass flexing as she bent over the rail and told whoever wanted it to take it. Tight, wet heat gripped me first—slow, deep thrusts until I set the pace and my buddies chimed in with hands everywhere: pinning her hips, groping, pushing deeper with greedy fingers. Sweat rolled, decks bounced, every filthy moan mixed with the sound of skin smacking skin. She worked us over, riding cock like it owed her rent, then took another in her mouth and swallowed every drop. Whole scene: cum mixed with salt air, breathless laugh coming off her lips even as she begged for more. We left her a mess—glazed, shaking, wild grin stuck to her face like she'd just won the championship of depravity.