“Thank you, Ashley.”
Holly raised her entire form and, like a stalking panther, stealthily climbed upward and over Ashley’s heated body. Her face was inches away from the mother’s. The two beauties gazed at each other, lustfully, hungrily. The blonde could smell her own cunt cologne from the panting redhead. Their lips met. The kiss was electric, their mouths impatiently rolling and pressing against one another. The divorcee’s ambrosia was shared, heightening the passion between the two women.
When she kissed the incestuous mother, Holly’s hands went to Ashley’s buxom breasts. She weighed the breasts, massaging and caressing them. They seemed to bounce with excitement in her nimble hands. Her fingers toyed with the erect nipples. She tweaked and squeezed the bloated peaks, eliciting whimpers from Ashley.
“Oh! Oh! Yes! Ahhhhh!”
Holly quickly dropped her open mouth to an aching tit. She eagerly sucked on it, taking into her mouth as much of the upper half of the fleshy melon while her hand tended to the other breast. She busily flicked her tongue at the nipple and areolae. She kissed, lapped, and tasted as much of the breast as possible. Then the seductress switched so that she was palming the recently orally loved tit while she suckled the other one. Every inch of that mammary was also awarded with kisses and licks.
Ashley’s breathing was more like gasping as she watched Holly worship her bust. Their eyes met again and the redhead orally slid downward. Starting in Ashley’s cleavage, she dragged her tongue down the foxy blonde’s skin. The doctor’s tongue languished briefly in and around the belly button, obtaining giggles from the mother. It then descended further.
When Holly’s tongue was in the drench pubic patch, she dabbed at it and kissed it. She intentionally bypassed Ashley’s clitoris. The tongue then rolled out again over the wet, plump lips, and shimmied along the burning crevice.
“Don’t stop!” begged Ashley, as her generous hips started to buck.
The MILF added nuzzling Ashley’s crotch to her oral repertoire. She also slipped a hand between her own spread thighs to caresses herself. Her frantic digits were massaging her own creamy, wet, simmering pussy.
The randy redhead expertly planted small butterfly kisses, intermingled with licks, all over the overheated sex. A stream of honey flowed out…into Holly’s eager mouth. The redhead’s frenetic tongue was greased with another coat of the tangy sap as her throat couldn’t keep up with swallowing it.
Holly hadn’t made love to another woman in almost two years. Her son and her practice had kept her bi-side in line. Virtually all the time, bringing mothers and sons together, she got them screwing without any sexual involvement from herself. But when this taboo pair walked into her office, she was turned on like a light switch. The doctor WANTED to be with them, especially the mother. Holly was now with her, and they were both ascending to Sapphic heights of pleasure.
As Holly’s eager tongue was tickling her sensitive, gooey twat, Ashley threw her head to the side where John was. She didn’t see him. She turned her head to the other side, to the left of the servicing psychologist.