Around us, the others stirred at the noise. Tomiko's hand slid possessively over my chest. Haruna and Yuko shifted closer, half-asleep but clearly listening to the wet sounds of their mother riding my cock in the dark. Kasumi didn't care.
She kept moving—lifting, dropping, grinding—using her pussy like a hungry mouth, trying to suck every last drop from me with her deepest walls while I bit her nipples and let her use me.
"Fuck… Oka-san… your cunt is still so tight… aaaaah… keep sucking me in like that…" I groaned, hips twitching upward to meet her downward thrusts.
Every time she bottomed out, I felt the soft pressure of her cervix against the head of my cock, and every time she clenched, I felt another thick pulse of precum forced out of me and into her already flooded womb.
Kasumi only moaned louder at first, hips never stopping, but the moment she realized how clearly every wet sound carried in the quiet bedroom, she clamped one hand tightly over her own mouth.
