Young Cutie Begs MILF to Fist Her Gaping Hole at Sunrise – Lesbian Taboo XXX
The sun barely peeked through the lace curtains when Oksana Katysheva woke up wet and aching, the soft scent of Mommy still clinging to the sheets from last night’s fuck. At forty-three, Mommy carried the kind of curves that made the younger woman whimper: heavy tits that dripped milk-white skin, wide hips built for breeding, and fingers thick enough to stretch a tiny cunt to its limit.
Oksana rolled over, her cotton panties soaked, the fabric suctioned to her swollen clit. She stared at the doorway, heart pounding, knowing Mommy would arrive any second to deliver the good morning fuck that always left her gaping open.
“Good morning, Mommy,” she whispered, voice syrupy with need, thighs already spreading wide.
Mommy stepped in wearing nothing but a sheer robe, nipples erect, pussy lips glistening. She knelt between Oksana’s legs, the mattress dipping under her weight. Without a word, she slid two fingers along the girl’s slit, gathering the slick that had pooled overnight.
“Look at this hungry little hole,” Mommy cooed, pushing three fingers in slowly. “Still so tight for me, baby?”
Oksana moaned, hips bucking, eyes rolling back as Mommy added a fourth finger, knuckles stretching her walls. The stretch burned deliciously; the girl’s juices dripped down Mommy’s wrist, pooling on the sheet. Mommy curled her fingers, stroking that spongy spot inside that made Oksana’s breath hitch.
“You want it deeper, don’t you?” Mommy asked, voice low. “Tell me. Beg for your good morning stretching.”
“Please, Mommy,” Oksana sobbed, clenching around the intrusion. “Stretch me until it hurts. Make my pussy gape like Mommy’s good girl.”
Mommy rewarded her with a low growl, thumb pressing to the clit while her entire hand began to push. The pressure built; Oksana’s cunt fluttered around Mommy’s knuckles, stretching wider than ever before. The girl cried out, back arching, tits bouncing as Mommy twisted her wrist, rotating the fist buried inside.
“Take it, take every inch,” Mommy hissed, wrist-deep now, the girl’s walls hugging her fist like velvet. “This is your daily dose, baby. You wake up wet, and Mommy stretches you open until you scream.”
Oksana screamed. Her orgasm crashed over her, cunt spasming, juices squirting around Mommy’s forearm. Mommy held steady, slowly fucking the spasming hole, prolonging the shudders until Oksana collapsed, limbs trembling.
After, Mommy leaned down, kissing the girl’s forehead, tasting her own cum-stained fingers. “Ready for round two, my sweet girl? We’ve got all morning to stretch you wider.”
The good morning Mommy stretching wasn’t just sex; it was ritual. Every sunrise, Oksana Katysheva woke up craving the burn, the pain, the pleasure of being filled to the brim by Mommy’s experienced hand. And every sunrise, Mommy delivered, turning the girl’s once-tiny cunt into a sloppy, gaping tunnel that begged for more.
By the time the clock chimed eight, the sheets were soaked, the room reeked of sex, and Oksana’s voice was hoarse from moaning. She lay sprawled, legs still open, the wetness between her thighs a testament to how thoroughly Mommy had stretched her that morning.
“Good girl,” Mommy murmured, licking the last traces of cum from her fingers. “Tomorrow, we’ll add the other hand.”
