"Hah… hah… good… mommy can hear how wet she is…"
"You're dripping on the bed."
"Let it drip. Fuck the drip."
I did.
Her breasts shook each time I bottomed out. Sweat gathered at her throat. She held her own knees for me so my hands could go to her waist, and I pulled her onto the thrusts. The sound changed. Louder. A steady, filthy clap, her hole swallowing me and giving me back shiny.
Evelyn's eyes stayed on mine.
"Look at mommy while you do it. I want to see the face you make when you're about to come in me for the last time."
I looked.
She was flushed to the chest, hair stuck to her cheek, mouth wet. Every deep stroke punched a breath out of her. Her pussy started that hard flutter, the one that meant she was close, and this time she did not ask me to hold still.
"Don't stop when I come. Fuck me through it. That's the last lesson."
She broke on the next thrust.
