My Daughter Will Rub You

Anikka Albrite struts in for her usual massage, but surprise—her regular masseuse bolts for a family crisis, handing the reins to her teenage daughter, Uma Jolie. Anikka's eyebrows shoot up; this kid looks barely legal, but Uma smirks and swears her mom drilled every trick into her. She slicks oil over Anikka's shoulders, kneading those tight upper back knots, then glides her hands down that sleek, toned body. Damn, Anikka thinks, this girl's got magic fingers already. Uma hits the jackpot zone: Anikka's plump, juicy ass. She pours on the oil, making it shine like a forbidden fruit, then yanks off the towel hiding those lower cheeks. Anikka blinks—hey, your mom never went there. Uma just grins, says she loves lavishing the glutes with extra love, digging in deep. 'Flip over,' Uma commands. Anikka does, and bam—Uma hops on the table, grabbing handfuls of those bouncy, exposed tits. Anikka snaps, 'Whoa, that's way out of line, kid. Inappropriate as hell.' She points out she's known Uma forever, basically raised the brat. But Uma's eyes are locked on those heaving jugs, hunger written all over her. Clothes? Gone in a flash. Now this smoking-hot teen's sliding between Anikka's thighs, pleading to dive into that sweet pussy. Uma whispers, 'Mom'll never know.' Anikka's resolve crumbles fast—hell, who could resist? That eager tongue flicks her clit, and she's done for, moaning like a fiend. They grind those dripping cunts together in a sweaty trib-fest, then Anikka flips the script, burying her face in Uma's soaked slit. She smears those hot juices across her cheeks, exploding in a shuddering orgasm right as Uma laps her up.