I didn't answer. The taboo of the whole situation only made it worse. Ivy was already suspicious that her mother might be seeing someone. She had no idea the "someone" was her own best friend, the same guy who used to sleep over at their house, the same guy who was now standing on a penthouse balcony with her mother's lips wrapped around his cock and his cum still dripping down her thighs.
I rested a hand on the back of Delilah's head and started guiding her, pushing deeper into her mouth with slow, steady thrusts. She took it for a few strokes, saliva running down the shaft, until she suddenly reached up and slapped my hands away. She pulled off with a wet pop and glared up at me while she kept stroking my now fully hard cock with both hands.
"Too fast," she said, still a little breathless. "I'm not like Jasmine or the others, you idiot. Go easy on me."
"Sorry, sorry."
