The morning sun poured through the kitchen windows, catching on the slick mess still drying on the marble island. Lucy sat perched on the edge, legs spread shamelessly, while Sarah knelt between them licking slow, lazy strokes through the creamy remnants Ethan had left behind an hour earlier. Ethan stood behind his wife, hands on her hips, occasionally thrusting lazily into her from behind as she cleaned their daughter.
“God, I love this,” Lucy sighed, fingers tangled in her mother’s hair. “Waking up already full and having Mommy taste what Daddy pumped into me.”
Sarah moaned against Lucy’s p***y, her tongue pushing deeper. She had embraced the new reality faster than any of them expected. The repressed housewife was gone. In her place was a woman who got off on sharing her husband’s c*m
