Mika's head fell back against the sofa with a choked groan.
Her lips were soft, warm, perfect—sealing around his head as her tongue swirled, tasting him, lapping up the precum like it was the sweetest thing she'd ever had.
"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"
She sank lower, taking more of him, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with slow pulls.
Mika's hands flew to her hair, fingers tangling, hips twitching involuntarily.
"Yelena—fuck—!"
Meanwhile, Charlotte sat rooted to the spot, face burning, unable to look away as her mother—her proud, untouchable mother—knelt between Mika's legs and worshipped his cock with her mouth.
"Hmmm!♡~ Mika!♡~ Mika!♡~"
Yelena moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense before she pulled back slightly, lips glossy, eyes locked on his as she stroked him with her hand.
"You taste so good." She whispered, voice thick with need. "My baby boy...all grown up...so thick...so hard for your mother…"
