Mother Daughter Exchange Club #45

I had her on October 28, 2016—wide open, skirt shoved past her hips, legs spread like she dared me to try. My cock was already buried halfway before the dress even hit the floor. She was soaked, slick around me, her inner walls gripping tight with each deep thrust, like her pussy was built to suck me in. I fucked her hard, hips slapping loud against her ass, the wet sound of our bodies filling the room while she moaned and clawed at the sheets. She kept pushing back, greedy for every inch, her tight little hole stretching around my shaft until she came hard, soaking me, legs shaking. I flipped her, drove back in balls-deep, and blew my load right up against her cervix, flooding her until it leaked down her thighs. That was our first time—raw, filthy, perfect.