Ophelia laughed breathlessly, not missing a beat as she ground down. "Oh, come now, darling, join us! He's got plenty to go around."
Esme didn't need more invitation. With a determined huff, she climbed onto the bed, grabbing Ophelia's waist and tugging her upward.
"My turn!" Ophelia slid off Elion's cock with a wet pop, a string of her juices connecting them briefly before snapping.
Esme wasted no time, swinging a leg over and positioning herself above him.
She sank down onto his thick, slick shaft in one fluid motion, her tight pussy enveloping him like a vice, far snugger than her mother's loose embrace.
"Ahhhn!" Esme shuddered with a deep moan, her walls stretching around his girth, the sudden fullness making her toes curl.
Elion groaned loudly at the contrast, the shift from Ophelia's welcoming heat to Esme's gripping tightness sending fireworks up his spine. "Fuck... from your mom's pussy to yours, truly, what more could a man ask for?"
