Mother Daughter Exchange Club #28

She walks in, red hair catching the light, natural tits pushing against that thin top. Tattoos snake down her arms and disappear under the fabric. He meets her halfway, hands already on her waist, mouth on hers, tasting, pressing. Their kiss turns hungry fast. He peels her shirt off and gets his first look at those bare tits, nipples stiff and ready. She laughs once, low in her throat, then shoves him onto the bed. Knees apart, she straddles his thigh and grinds once, just to feel it. His fingers find her open, slip inside without asking, two of them working her right away. She rocks on his hand, wet and tight, tattooed skin flexing over muscle every time she moves. He curls his fingers, finds the spot that makes her curse, and keeps going until her thighs start to shake. She kisses him again, biting his bottom lip, letting him know she wants it rougher. He gives it to her, pumping deeper, thumb circling her clit while her hips buck against his wrist. Sweat beads on her chest, red hair sticks to her face, and the whole time she just keeps saying yes, half-laugh, half-moan.