Mother Daughter Exchange Club #28

That back arched so pretty - ass up, legs apart, dick reaching for your throat from behind and there's nothing you can do about it. No thoughts. Just how that thing pounds you open. Sweat sliding down your spine, sheets twisted in your fists while hips snap and hit that spot again. Again. You're stretched full, walls clenching every time the head catches on the ring and shoves back in. Wet sounds. Skin slapping. Filthy. You're dripping, leaking, making a mess and don't even give a fuck. It's thick. It's mean. Stretches you till you're gasping but your body's begging for it. One hard thrust after the other, chasing that slap of balls against you, that deep grind that blanks your mind. He doesn't ease up. Just keeps giving it, gives you everything. You're dripping sweat, you're swallowing moans, you're clenching and shaking and you don't want it gentle. Want it rough. Want it now. Want that dick dragging every last sound out of you.