The first real taste of Elena’s p***y hit my tongue like liquid sin.
Salty-sweet and thick, warmer than I expected, with that sharp feminine musk that made my head spin. She was soaked—dripping from her earlier orgasm and the fresh arousal that had built while she finger-f****d me. Her slick coated my lips, my chin, sliding down as I licked tentatively from her entrance up to her swollen c**t.
Elena moaned above me, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through her body and into mine. “That’s it, baby girl. Lick Mommy’s cunt just like that.”
Her words sent another shameful throb straight to my core. I was still pulsing from my own orgasm, p***y clenching emptily, but the humiliation only made me wetter. I hated how much I loved hearing her call herself that—Mommy—while she straddled my fa
