Like mother like daughter part 2
I was feeling very restless, it was a few weeks after our mutual jilling session. I was hornier than ever, I couldn’t get the image of my Mom masturbating furiously next to me while I wildly humped my pillow right next to her out of my mind. Not that I wanted to forget that image, but I was like a sex addict, normally a once a day girl, my pussy was hotter than a forest fire, and I was bringing my burning center off five times a day. Every time, all I needed to do was visualize it, the sight of my Mom plunging her fingers in and out, listening to the wet squelch of her juices, and the feel of pressing my horny pussy down hard, grinding my vagina tightly against that pillow, and …