When mother is always is horny

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Olive sighed and clamped her thighs together tightly around Flora’s wrist. The front of her panties was already damp and juicy from the warm fuck cream that was leaking out of her excited little cunt hole.

Flora glanced over Olive’s shoulder at Tom. “Are you just gonna sit there?” she asked.

Olive heard Tom’s deep-throated chuckle, then felt his hands coming around under her arms to unbutton the front of her blouse. He pulled it open and exposed her huge braless tits.

Flora cooed merrily at the sight of so much luscious tit meat. They were every bit as big and beautiful as she’d remembered them from that day she’d peeked into this very office and watched Olive fucking with Tom.

She pulled her hand out from between Olive’s thighs and leaned back against the arm of the couch, raising her ass and pushing down her panties all in one smooth, easy motion. Kicking her panties away, she spread her delicious thighs and smirked wantonly at Olive.

“C’mon, dear,” Flora urged softly. “Let’s get it on!”

Olive slid over and sat on the edge of the couch, her hip pressing warmly into Flora’s. Eagerly, the two girls kissed, each sending her tongue into the other’s mouth.

Then, Olive moved her mouth down over Flora’s creamy shoulders and onto the billowing globes of her tits. She sucked and kissed on the lengthy nipples, making Flora squeal and giggle girlishly.

“OOohhhh, sweetie! Keep that up, I just love it!” Flora yelped.

Olive smiled and cupped the undersides of both tits in her hands, lifting and squeezing gently. She fondled and caressed the rich, full-blown tits until Flora was squirming and lurching all over the couch. Olive’s tongue and lips wcr never still. They were in constant motion, licking and sucking and kissing the plump, tasty nubbins of Flora’s nipples.

“Anahhhhhh,” Flora sighed. She glanced over at Tom, who was sitting on the other end of the couch. They exchanged gleeful grins and Flora winked broadly at him.

Olive slid one hand down over the velvety skin of Flora’s tummy and slipped it between her thighs. Flora squealed joyfully and squirmed her ass cheeks against the couch cushions. She felt Olive’s finger tips comb through her thick pussy hair and brush against the oily lips of her sensitive cunt mouth.

“Oh, yes, darling, yes!” Flora cried.

Olive stroked the quivering lips of Flora’s pussy slit for a moment or two, then slipped two fingers inside the juicy heat of her cunt hole, searching for Flora’s swollen clit stub.

Flora whimpered loudly and spread her thighs wider apart.

Olive started fucking her fingers in and out of Flora’s hot, foaming cunt hole. The tip of her thumb flicked lightly back and forth over the shivering little button of her clit. Flora gurgled in delight and humped her damp crotch against her hand.

“Ohhh, shit, sweetheart, that’s good, real goooood! Keep it up, dear! Fingerfuck the hell outta me!”

Flora heaved and jerked violently. She cupped the back of Olive’s head and pressed her face down tightly against the sweaty globe of her tit.

“Aahhhh! Christ, you really know what to do, you little bitch! Eeehhhhh!” Flora screamed.

She felt Olive’s face moving down from her tits and knew at once what she was going to do. She quivered from head to toe with anticipation, waiting for Olive to start eating her pussy.

Olive nuzzled her face into Flora’s crotch, breathing deeply. The sweet, damp aroma of aroused pussy filled her lungs and made her head spin. She wasn’t sure which she wanted more, to eat or be eaten.

Then Olive’s long, flat tongue poked put and slurped up over the fleshy lips of Flora’s frothy cunt gash. The taste was warm and slightly tangy and very, very delicious. The more she licked and lapped at Flora’s slobbering pussy slot, the more she liked the taste.

Flora clutched at her own tits, her fingers kneading the solid tit globes. Her ass cheeks were twisting and rolling all over the couch. Olive used the tips of her fingers to pry apart the taut lips of Flora’s cunt mouth, folding back the pink, fleshy opening and reveal the puffy stub of her clit. Flora’s clit was thick and long, as though demanding to be sucked and licked and kissed. Olive swirled the pointy tip of her tongue around the sensitive little bud.

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