Maggie screamed, cumming once more. She was on a hair trigger now, the slightest s****l contact spurring her to orgasm after orgasm. She could feel Katy's tongue inside her, burrowing away like an eel. Katy's hands were rubbing up and down her legs, occasionally stopping to squeeze or fondle her flesh. Maggie felt overwhelmed, her whole body was shaking. Katy shook her head from side to side. She was like a dog with a bone, as she feasted on her mother's cunt. Maggie grabbed hold of her own breasts, pulling and twisting at her n*****s. She moved her hips back and forth, grinding her cunt into her daughter's mouth, her c******s rubbing against Katy's upper lip.
What a sight this was to behold. These two women, mother and daughter, all t**s and hips, clamped together like the most obscene s
