Mindi squirmed in frustration on her bed. She pressed and rubbed her fingers against her clit, but it just wasn’t getting it. The blonde teen spread her legs wide and high to look down at where her fingers worked fruitlessly at stimulating her pussy.
“Uhg..” Mindi groaned. “Why can’t I do this!”
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Camille was carrying towels to the upstairs bathroom, when she heard the sound. She was dressed casually for laundry day, black sweatpants and a green sweater, nothing underneath. She moved towards her daughter’s room, hearing Mindi sounding upset. Camille was about to knock when she peeked through the cracked door. Her eyes widened as she saw her daughter splayed out nude on the bed. With a smirk, she quickly realized *what* Mindi was doing, her hand between her legs. Then Camille winced as she saw *how* her daughter was doing it, looking like she was trying to rub a smudge off of her clit.
“Oh honey, not like that.” Camille whispered with a frown.
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Mindi’s hips thrashed, her dripping pussy feeling nothing but teased, and needing much more. She whimpered to herself and threw her head back in agitation. Read more »