Mommy and the Daughter (3)

Artis was on a fucking mission. Dropping to his knees like he was worshiping at the altar of debauchery, he grabbed Juliana's hips and yanked her back.

The sudden movement sent her tits practically smothering Nadia's face, her nipple now firmly planted in her mouth like it was dessert.

Meanwhile, Artis spread her legs wide, her pliant body offering zero resistance.

It was almost comical how Juliana seemed halfway aware of what was happening—her moans suggesting bliss, but her glazed-over eyes saying, What the fuck just happened to me?

When he hiked up her robe, his cock twitched at the sight before him—a drenched pussy glistening in the dim light, looking like it had been waiting for him all damn day.

'Holy fuck! This bitch is wetter than a goddamn tsunami. And meanwhile, the one up there is busy chugging mom's milk like a perverted baby. What a fucking family reunion.'