Mother Daughter Exchange Club #41

We screwed that night without holding back. Zoe tore my pants off the second her key hit the lock. We were already soaked and slippery—her shaved slit shiny every time she spread her legs. I watched her climb on, back to me, knees planted wide on either side of my hips. She slammed down hard. My cock drove straight into her slick hole, right to the base, and she started pounding it for real. Each bounce sent her perfect, tight ass cheeks slapping against my balls. I grabbed both of them, dug my fingers in and pulled them apart so I could watch every inch of my dick stretch that shiny, wet entrance. It felt dirtier, hotter, looking at her little pink rim puckering each time she dropped. When I let go and slapped her ass, a sharp sting bloomed under my hand and left a red handprint she’d have to check out later in the mirror. She just laughed, leaned back, and rode harder.