I watched Angeline, her little pink tongue meticulously cleaning every last drop of my sperm from her mother's face. She licked Delilah's cheeks, chin, and even the corners of her eyes, all while her mother remained in a sleep.
The sight made my already high libido burn even hotter. Even though my body was tired, my mind was flooded with an uncontrollable, relentless hunger.
"Finished?" I asked, my voice low. Angeline nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears yet blazing with anticipation. "Good. Now turn around. Get on all fours, but make sure your pussy is right above your mother's face."
She immediately obeyed, gracefully shifting into position. Her short, cute skirt—which I'd deliberately told her to keep on—framed the enticing curves of her plump bottom. Now, her exposed pussy hovered directly over Delilah's helpless face.
