Mother Daughter Exchange Club #36

She shows up wearing nothing but strappy black heels and that tiny gold necklace she knows drives me wild. Gets straight on her knees, doesn't even bother with hello. I sink my hand into her hair and let her take me deep while she hums like it's the best fucking gift she's ever had. Her lips stretch tight around me, wet and warm, spit already dripping down her chin onto the hardwood. I watch her tits bounce every time she goes down and feel that greedy little throat flutter. She doesn't hold back either—she's got one hand between her legs, fingering herself loud and messy, chasing her own orgasm while she sucks like she's starving. I slap the head of my cock on her tongue a couple times just to watch her chase it, then push back in till her nose hits my stomach. She gags, eyes watering, but she swallows every inch and stays there, moaning around me. When I blow she takes it all down her throat without flinching, licking the last drops off like she's thanking me. Her own orgasm hits while I'm still in her mouth, thighs shaking, moaning so loud the neighbors probably heard. She stands up, cheeks flushed, saliva and cum still shiny on her skin, and says 'Merry Christmas' with the filthiest little grin.