"Hmmmmm, my daughter tastes sweet."
When she was done, she brought out her tongue and flaunted it.
"Mom."
Pressing her face embarrassedly, Rachael weakly reached out her hand to hold her mother, burying her face in the pillow to hide her pink cheeks, and curled her toes to hold back her squirming pussy.
'Miles… he fed me to mom.'
She squealed inwardly, not expecting to be turned on so much by this simple act.
Just when she was absorbed in her thoughts...
Slurp…. Slurp! Slurp!
Rachael inwardly froze, picking up the wet, slurping sounds in the air. She thought she was mistaken at first, because her face was pressed so deeply into the pillow that it muffled her hearing. But the wet, slurping sound came again and again, filling her with a sense of foreboding as she slowly perked up. Hearing the sound more distinctively and so close, she slowly tilted to her left—a sight that gave her chills.
