Earning The In-Law's Approval

Kenna knocked on Dana's door trying to play it cool. She'd come here for Dana's blessing, not expecting Dana to push her tits together, glance down at her lap, and ask if she could handle her daughter the right way in bed. Kenna froze for a second, then her grin spread slow and dirty. Challenge accepted. They barely got the front door shut before Dana backed her onto the kitchen island. Dana tugged her own jeans open, showing the damp front of her panties. "Show me what you do with her, baby girl," she said, voice low and husky. Kenna dropped to her knees and dragged Dana's panties down with her teeth. She spread Dana open with both thumbs and dragged her tongue, slow and thick, right up the center. Dana bucked, one heel hooked on the stool, and Kenna went right for her clit, sucking hard, flicking in quick, nasty strokes until Dana's thighs trembled around her ears. Before Dana finished catching her breath, Kenna stood, sucked on two fingers, and pushed them straight into her. She pumped hard, curling deep, wrist flexing like a piston while her thumb kept pressure on Dana's swollen clit. Dana clutched Kenna's wrist, gasping that yes, fuck, like that. Kenna bit her earlobe and growled, "Keep your eyes on me." She tore her own shirt off, shoved Dana flat, climbed up, and scissored their cunts together. Wet, hot, and slippery, they ground until both were panting, hips rolling in time, clit-on-clit. Every thrust made a wet slap that echoed off the granite. Dana came first, long and loud, nails biting Kenna's thigh. Kenna kept grinding until she went right after her, shaking, cursing through a grin. Sweaty, slick, Dana looked up and laughed. "Hell of a pitch, kid." Kenna wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and answered, "Still want that blessing?"