Ethan's mind went blank as Lilly's smooth, wet heat settled over his face. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a perfect match to her mother's. He tentatively extended his tongue, tracing the delicate folds of her flesh, earning a sharp gasp from above him. "That's it, baby," Lilly moaned, grinding down slightly. "Taste how wet I am for you."
Meanwhile, Martha's expert mouth worked his shaft with a feverish intensity. She bobbed her head, taking him deep into her throat again and again, her gagging sounds mixing with Lilly's cries of pleasure. Ethan couldn't believe this was happening—his girlfriend and her mother, working in perfect, depraved harmony to pleasure him.
