Ray froze mid-thrust, his thick cock still buried deep inside Lisa's soaked pussy. His heart slammed hard against his ribs. The door was open. A young woman stood in the doorway.
Before he could pull out, Lisa slowly started crawling forward on her hands and knees. Her big, plump, smooth ass swayed side to side with every movement, forcing Ray — still connected to her — to crawl along behind her. Each slow shift made his cock slide in and out of her wet pussy in deep, wet strokes. They both gradually turned to face the girl who had just walked in.
"What's wrong, Cindy?" Lisa asked, voice breathless, trying to sound normal even though Ray's cock was still moving inside her.
Cindy stood there. Early twenties, short neat hair, wearing an oversized hoodie with a sling bag on her shoulder and a laptop in her hand. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of her mother in that position, but there was no anger, no shock. She just stared. Swallowed slowly.
