Mother Daughter Exchange Club #43

She’d been teasing the tip for what felt like hours. Slow swirls, light suction. Her lips stayed slick and plush, letting my cock glide back and forth across the wet underside of her tongue. Only after she felt it throbbing hard enough did she lean in, take me halfway, then swallow the rest in one steady push until her nose met my stomach. I pulsed against the tight clench of her throat once, twice. She pulled off gasping, spit trailing from her chin like a glossy chain, and wrapped her fingers around the length she couldn’t deep-throat, milking me with an expert twist while she caught her breath. A coy smirk bloomed across her face. “Gonna blow already?” she taunted, voice hoarse, eyes glittering. Before I could answer she dipped again, letting saliva pool in her mouth and let it overflow around the shaft, making each stroke lewdly loud. When my hand fisted in her hair, guiding her faster, she moaned around the head like she’d won something. One more flick of her tongue, one tighter pump of her fist, and I was painting her lips in thick ropes she caught, swallowed, then lazily licked from her bottom lip like dessert off a spoon.