FORBIDDEN DESIRES
“Feel how slippery you are? All because of Mommy’s dirty little show. Now be a good girl… touch me back.”
My hand shook as she guided it between her spread thighs.
The second my fingers touched her burning, soaked pussy I moaned—loud, broken, embarrassing.
She was so wet, so hot, her folds puffy and slick as I timidly stroked her clit the way I’d seen her do it.
Elena’s head tipped back with a soft, satisfied groan. “Mmm, yes… just like that, baby. Good girl.”
Then she tugged me down, one hand fisting the front of my tank top, pulling me until our faces were inches apart.