Tiffany's hips kept rocking, empty and needy, little circles in the air like she couldn't help herself. Her eyes were glassy, tears still wet on her cheeks, but the shame was burning away under something hotter.
She watched Brittany's small hand wrapped around my cock, saw her daughter's thumb slide over the slick head, and a broken whine came out of her throat.
"Baby… please…" Tiffany begged, voice cracking, "Mommy needs it back inside so bad."
Brittany froze, fingers tightening just a little on my shaft. Her eyes flicked up to her mom, then back down to what she was holding.
"Like… guide it?" she asked, soft, almost shy.
Tiffany nodded fast, hips pushing back again. "Please, sweetheart… Mommy needs it so bad right now."
Her palm was tiny compared to me; she had to use both hands to circle the full girth.
"It's… so big," she breathed, eyes wide. "How does it even fit?"
