My tongue found hers. She melted. Her hands — which had been pushing — gripped. Her body — which had been tensing — softened. She kissed back. Her tongue moved. Her fingers found my hair.
Behind her — below — the mother moaned. Her pussy — impaled on my cock, her body bent over the bed — clenched. I humped. Slow, deliberate strokes, each one pushing deeper.
"Mmmhnnghh~~!! Hnghhh~~!!!"
The mother's moans — muffled by the mattress, by the blindfold, by the overwhelming sensation — were rhythmic.
'What a sight. Feeling both mother and daughter at once.'
The thought was pure depravity. Pure devil. Pure me.
I pulled out of the mother. Her pussy released me with a wet pop. She whimpered at the emptiness.
I lifted Vespera's leg. One leg — the left — hooked over my arm. The position opened her. Her pussy — covered by her panties, the fabric damp — was exposed.
"Wait — wait — wait—" she gasped. "Why are you—"
