"Ahh… Helen," I growled, slamming deeper. "Your body's making me this hard. It's all thanks to you."
"Sir… my daughter would notice her mommy is different today," she said, face glowing with a mix of shame and happiness, eyes shining as she looked at me.
"Yeah, Helen," I rasped, thrusting harder, turned on by the thought. "What would she say if she saw her mommy like this—getting pleasured by a man's dick?"
"Aahh… I'd die of shame if my daughter saw me like this…" she cried, but her pussy clenched tighter, gushing hotter. "But I want you so bad… I don't care…"
Her words—filthy, conflicted—pushed me wilder.
I fucked her harder against the sink—mirror showing every angle, her thick body taking me, face twisted in ecstasy.
Then I pulled my dick out sudden—she whined at the emptiness—and turned her around fast, pressing her front to the sink, her ass against my hips now, back to my chest.
