Both the Teacher and Her Daughter Are Adorable

Tutoring ran late, and the teacher kept me behind alone. Her daughter was home too—mother and daughter looked almost identical, both soft and sweet. I thought it was just an ordinary teacher-student relationship, but then the teacher took the initiative and pinned me to the bed. Right in the middle of it, the door was pushed open, and her daughter stood in the doorway watching—not angry, but instead walking over and climbing onto the bed with us. The teacher kissed her daughter and then guided her toward me. I was caught in the middle, with the teacher riding me while the daughter served me with her mouth and chest. The two took turns sitting on me, their bodies pressed together, deliberately competing over who could squeeze tighter and moan sweeter. By the end, both mother and daughter were soft on the bed, legs wrapped around me, panting as they said, "Don't choose... we both want you."