Charlotte's body was still quivering, her pussy clenching around nothing now that Mika had pulled out, but the warmth of her mother's embrace grounded her, made the overwhelming pleasure feel safe, shared.
Yelena felt it too.
The hot, sticky rush of Mika's cum leaking from Charlotte's well-fucked hole, dripping down in slow, viscous trails.
It landed on her own pussy like hot oil, warm and slick, coating her lips and clit in her son's seed mixed with her daughter's juices.
The sensation was intimate, taboo, turning her on in a way she couldn't ignore—her cunt throbbing anew, wetness gathering as the mingled fluids trickled between her thighs.
"Mika...Oh...It's still coming out...so much…Just his much did you fill my poor daughter up?"
But just as she asked that, her body suddenly felt empty without Charlotte's weight on her.
