I slowly moved the hand that was resting on Nadia's waist upward, sliding it along her body until I gently wrapped my fingers around the front of her neck.
The moment I touched her there, Nadia closed her eyes and let out a soft, trembling breath. Her skin was burning hot under my palm. I could feel her pulse racing wildly against my fingers.
"You're burning up, Nadia," I murmured, my voice low and teasing as I lightly caressed her warm neck with my thumb. "Both of you are."
I was breaking both mother and daughter with my touches.
Nadia's lips parted slightly. She didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned ever so slightly into my touch, her heavy breasts straining against her uniform as her breathing deepened.
Amira watched everything with wide, fascinated eyes, her innocent face flushed crimson while my other hand remained possessively on her cheek.
Soon, Nadia leaned fully into my touch, no longer resisting. Her voluptuous body pressed against mine as she surrendered.
