She sobbed my name, legs shaking behind her head, body quaking as I filled her completely—marked, bred, ruined.
I stayed buried, grinding slow, letting the last spurts empty into her while she milked me dry, trembling in aftershocks. Her pussy clenched around me like it never wanted to let go, pulling every drop deeper.
Finally, I pulled back slow—cum gushing out in a thick rush down her thighs and onto the floor.. She unfolded her legs with a soft whine, letting them fall open, body limp and glowing.
I leaned down, kissing her deep—slow, possessive, tongue stroking hers as I tasted her moans. Fuck, this girl was pure filth. I could fuck her anytime I wanted now, whether Tiffany knew or not. Hell, take them both together again—mother and daughter, side by side, begging for me. They were both mine now.
We lay there for a while on the slick floor, panting, bodies tangled, rain still drumming outside. Her head on my chest, fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin.
