"Yeah, why not," Julie replied.
The sound of chairs scraping against the floor echoed as someone stood up.
The risk made everything even more intense. Tiffany's pussy clenched tighter around me as she heard the movement outside, but she didn't want me to stop.
I kept thrusting slowly into her, feeling her walls milk my cock while her heavy breasts swayed with every movement. Her breathing was ragged, her moans barely suppressed as she tried to stay quiet.
"Mom, they're coming," Brittany whispered urgently from the doorway, her eyes wide as she saw movement in the dining room.
I pulled out of Tiffany's pussy with a wet sound, my cock still rock-hard and glistening with her juices. Tiffany quickly straightened up, tugging her maxi dress back down over her breasts and ass, adjusting it as best she could in a hurry.
She grabbed a couple of folded blankets from the shelf and handed them to me, the perfect excuse we had come in here for.
