I lean down and plant a wet kiss on her stretched-open lower lip, tasting her drool seeping down. I glance around from the kitchen looking out over the huge living room that opens up next to it. She breathes heavily, coughing and wheezing, trying to regain her senses and catch her breath. I lean back to watch, then pull hard. Ella slowly grabs Grace’s face with both hands and starts licking, no instructions needed. Bitch you out for even suggesting it. She licks around and inside Ella’s matching black ring gag, mixing saliva, forced to make out with her baby girl. I grip her cute little feet as handles and ram her aggressively. She coughs again and I pull back. BZZZZZZZZ, the loud humming is wet and violent. Her knees digging straight down into the carpet, legs spread nicely, calves tied to thighs, feet pointing up. Face on its side in the carpet, moaning, her eyes shut tight. Grace desperately tries to push me out, to turn away, to let her sensitive pussy take a break.
