A Lovely Moment With My Friend Emily As She Gives Me A Head Massage From Her Perspective

Juices coated my finger. I waited for her to scream. I watched them poke against the thin tank top. My daughter kissed my lips coated in her juices. Her untouched depths awaited. “You’re gorgeous, Shannon,” I whispered, her red hair fanned over my pillow. I licked my lips as I caressed the leg hole of my daughter’s panties. I licked my lips as I caressed the leg hole of my daughter’s panties. I groaned, knowing this was wrong. “You’re eighteen.”
“Sorry,” she said, her voice tight. I swallowed. It would have to be enough. I deserved this. Plump lips. I drowned in her cream. I’ll think about it.”
“Good,” she said. Then I sealed my lips about it and sucked on her.