Mother Daughter Exchange Club #45

She pushed herself onto her back and started working her fingers against her clit like she'd already done it a million times that night. That's exactly what her cunt craved. Her pussy glistened with that fake-glistening slick. I stood watching at the bars, catching myself thinking about taking my dick out to join in. Those bars didn't stop shit. She kept eyeing my junk through the front slot with this hungry little come-get-me stare. The walls around us just melted when she locked eyes on me—then her lips curled like she was daring me. My cock strained against the denim. One of us moved first—didn't matter who—lust doing all the thinking.