I pulled my stiff cock out of Delilah, leaving her gaping and filled with my cum. Before she could move, I gripped her hips and tilted her body, positioning her dripping pussy directly above Gwenneth's face.
"Look, Mom," I whispered, pressing down on her lower stomach. "Give your daughter a gift."
With a weak moan, a mixture of my semen and Delilah's own arousal trickled out, dripping directly onto Gwenneth's beautiful face. Some drops landed on her cheeks, others on her tightly closed lips and eyelids, clenched in utter despair.
The contrast was captivating: Delilah's face, glowing with a shattered, satisfied smile, versus Gwenneth's, streaked with our combined fluids, twisted in deep disgust and humiliation.
"Very good, Mom," I praised, giving her reddened rear a pat. I then turned to Angeline, who was still busy rubbing the dildo against her own wetness. "Angel. Please fetch a plate and a spoon from the kitchen."
