The moment her daughter appeared, Delilah's cunt squeezed even harder around me, pulsing with forbidden excitement. The thrill was so intense it nearly made me blow my load right there. Holy fuck. I gripped Delilah's wide hips tighter and started thrusting up into her slowly, using the back of the couch to keep us hidden.
Delilah's body rocked forward with each thrust. A soft, helpless moan slipped from her lips before she could bite it back.
"Mom… are you okay…?" Ivy mumbled, struggling to finish her thought. "I'm sorry for… earlier…"
"W-we'll talk in the morning, honey," Delilah forced out, her voice shaky and breathy. "J-just go back to your room, please…"
"I will… after the… uh… toilet…" Ivy muttered, turning slowly and shuffling down the hall.
The second Ivy disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door, Delilah stopped fighting it. A deep, needy moan tore from her throat as she pushed her ass back against me.
