Your thighs shake as the older woman in between your legs curls her fingers just right, hitting that soft spot inside of you. Dragging you closer to yet another orgasm, your hips squirming under her firm touch.
"P-please mommy, too much. I-i can't."
You plead, for what? You don't know. Your senses are so overwhelmed by the intense heat forming in your lower abdomen, fogging your head slightly.
"Oh, poor baby." The soft, sickly sweet mocking tone of her voice, has your hips rolling against her hand. "This is what you asked for, is it not?"
Her thumb rubs slow but firm circles around your clit, her free hand lacing her fingers through yours. Its to much, and not enough at the same time, and she knows it. She's dragging it out, slowing slightly when you get too close.
"P-please, let me cum!"
She doesn't say anything, just quickens her pace tipping you over the edge. Your back arches, muscles tightening, your hand grips her fingers tightly. Her fingers slow briefly, helping you ride it out. She whispers sweet praises in your ear, her thumb rubbing softly on the back of your hand.
Once you've fully come down your hips twitch harshly, her fingers still working at a slow pace inside of you. Small whines leave your mouth, your free hand weakly attempting to push hers away.
"One more, darling. You can give me one more, yeah? Be a good girl for mommy."
