“Oh, Mom,” she gasped as I licked at her pussy. The ache built and built at the tip of my dick as I plundered her depths. Her cheeks hollowed. “Oh, okay,” Barbara said. DING-DONG! I luxuriated in this pleasure. She wore a tight jean skirt that hugged her bubbly butt and a tank top that clung to her round breasts. I glanced up at the eighteen-year-old girl. “Even me.”
“Yeah, and once you leave here, you won’t be,” said Tonya. Her cherry popped. My dick throbbed as I glanced at the beautiful Barbara Foreman. Ooh, yes, yes, he’s licking me.”
“My daddy is a superb cunnilinguist,” said Tonya. “You hear that, Chantelle?” purred Barbara, her pink lips shiny with her spit and my precum. My jizz fired on the mother’s and daughter’s faces. It was fantastic. She worked at the leather, the buckle rattling. Damn, it was great. Chantelle, you’re going to develop tits that big one day.”
“R-really?” asked Chantelle. It was fantastic. She squirmed beneath me, hugging me tight.
