@sinwitch
Hearing of her late father always managed to make Chantae’s heart skip a beat, but even so, she couldn’t let go on her hold. Lips pressed against Annabelle’s neck, softly kissing and suckling the skin, as her hands pinched and massaged those larger breasts.
“We miss papa,” she muttered, moving back a moment to begin pulling away her own clothes. They were tossed aside carelessly, as Chantae stepped into the bath to straddle her mother’s lap. There, she began her previous activity a bit more vigorously, trembling softly as she felt her own warmth growing. “But if I can give you even a little bit of what he could, it’ll be good, non…?”
Moving lower in the water, Chantae’s mouth caught on one of Annabelle’s breasts. A soft whimper as she considered what she was doing, before her tongue began to swirl across the sensitive skin. Teeth biting down gently, only popping up briefly to mewl, “Fais-moi l’amour, maman…~ Let me make you feel good…”









