"Oh, Mommie! Let me at him now. My cherry has to be popped."

"All right, child," said Joan, lifting her head at last. "He's all yours. But you can't fuck him with such a dry pussy. He'll rip you apart. You'll have to let me wet you down a bit."

Joan quickly turned around and began licking her daughter's cunt from behind. She caressed the child's soft asscheeks as she licked, and Jill didn't seem to mind.

The woman's tongue moved up and down the child's cunt lips, massaging the warm fuck-meat and soaking the silky pussy hairs. Jill shivered hard but kept her pussy jutted out and her thighs spread wide. She knew her mother was right; she couldn't fuck with a dry pussy.

Joan snaked her tongue in and out of the girl's cunt crack, tantalizing the sensitive nerves that lined the greasy gash. In her eagerness to taste her daughter's fuck-meat, Joan forced the girl's cunt lips far apart and jolted her tiny clit. Her daughter began to groan and tremble before her.

But Joan kept licking. She slobbered on her daughter's cunt, her tongue sliding up and down the full length of the cunt gash. She widened the slippery gash and bared much of Jill's pink, blue-veined fuck-meat.

"Aaagh!" groaned Jill, rolling her eyes and biting her lower lip. "Oh, Mommie! I'm wet! Boy, am I wet."

Joan gave the child a few more licks, intentionally jolting the tiny pink clit again and again. She could see the clit pulsating wickedly, as if ready to blow.

She was almost envious of the dog; she wanted to fuck the child herself. But Joan had no cock, so all she could do was run her tongue through the child's cunt hairs and soak them down. Then she used her tongue tip to brush the cunt hairs this way and that, so they couldn't clog up the deep pink cunt crack. When the cunt hairs were combed neatly out of the way, Joan reamed the child's cunt hole just enough to make it slippery. The last thing she wanted was for the dog's cock to get stuck.