mom and daughter femdom: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Love

The elevator climbs fifty floors in mom and daughter femdom, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “mom and daughter femdom” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch mom and daughter femdom,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “mom and daughter femdom… mom and daughter femdom… higher mom and daughter femdom.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “mom and daughter femdom” all the way down.