She sucked his tail harder. Her eyes rolled. The taste, the sensation, the sounds of her daughter being fucked inches above her head. The combination was overwhelming. Her fingers, in her pussy, found the spot. The rough patch. The cluster of nerves that he'd taught her about. She pressed.
She orgasmed. Silently. The climax ripped through her, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping around her fingers, the fluid running down her wrist. She moaned. The sound, muffled by the tail in her mouth, was a soft whimper. The whimper of a woman who had learned to cum quietly. To cum without being heard. To take her pleasure in secret, in shame, in the dark space beneath a table while her daughter was being fucked above.
