His thumb found her clit.
It pressed down.
Her legs shot wider without her permission, both heels digging into the mattress, hips rolling up to meet the thumb while her mind screamed at her hips to stop, to stay still, to not make this worse.
Her hips did not listen.
Vivienne's breathing shifted.
Still slow. But different slow. The slight irregularity of a body that was closer to the surface now, processing the warmth and weight and motion in the bed around it.
Her brow moved.
Just once.
Jenny stared at her mother's face and watched every millimeter of that movement and felt the orgasm that had been building since the moment his cock hit her cervix beginning to clench upward from her core regardless of everything she wanted.
'No.' 'Not now.' 'She is right there.' 'She will 'see' me—'
PAH!
His hips snapped once. Hard. Testing.
"MMMMPH~!! HNNNGH~!!"
She bit the fabric so hard her jaw ached.
Vivienne's fingers curled into the sheet.
Tighter this time.
And didn't release.
