She turned around, straddled her mom's head with her legs, and looked down at her mother's soaking wet p***y-lips. She settled down, supporting herself with her forearms on the bed, reached under and took her mother's ass in her hands, and then lowered her head and placed her lips gently against her first-ever p***y. Its warmth, its softness, its wetness, and its taste were everything she imagined a p***y would be and as she let out a contented hum she extended her tongue and licked from one end of her mom's flower-petal slit to the other.
Cheryl lay there looking at her daughter's bald clamshell p***y. It seemed almost tiny in comparison to her own "gash," but it fit her proportions and body type perfectly. Cheryl knew, of course, that her daughter had a clamshell p***y, but she never gu
