And it seemed that mother and daughter shared the same inclinations. Belinda brought her hand up to her face, her fingers all drenched from her fuck-box. She licked at them, then pushed them into the oval collar of her lips and sucked as if she had a mouthful of cock a cock that had just come dripping out of a juicy cunt.

Belinda watched herself in the mirror.

And on the opposite side of that glass, her mother was emulating the girl's actions, as if she were a reflection, herself but in three dimensions.

Belinda's ass and hips jerked in a fucking motion. She was rising toward a crest, moving spasmodically. Her fingers sank into her cunt sleeve soaking with saliva, then pushed into her mouth gooey with cunt-juice.

Her cunt was like a smoldering fuse, ready to ignite her explosive cumming. Her mother sucked her own fingers and wished they were her daughter's stiff cunt. The woman's nimble tongue was steaming, ha mouth drooling, her fevered imagination running amok.

Belinda inserted two stiff fingers into her cunt-slot and swirled them around as she worked on her cunt with her other hand. She was opening her cunt-gash wide. Her mother could look right up inside the girl's fuck-tunnel, where the darker inner lips were streaked with cream.

Belinda shuddered. The waves of bliss were rushing across her slim belly and shooting like electric current up her trembling thighs. Her cunt rippled. The waves came faster and higher, each racing after the one before and starting to merge into one tidal crest.

Her mouth opened, lips moist and slack, as her green eyes narrowed to lustful slits. She moaned. The flow from her pussy was getting hotter and thicker and creamier as her cunt-juice turned to girl cum.