Rimming

Lisa’s razor-sharp smirk has tormented shy, ripe-bodied Amanda for months—but under flickering locker-room lights, venom turns to hungry lust. The 34-year-old divorceé corners her trembling daughter-in-law, fingers tracing swollen nipples through damp fabric. “You’ve been eyeing university girls?” Lisa purrs, peeling off her bra. “Let’s see if your greedy tongue matches those juicy tits…”

Amanda’s gasp echoes off wet tiles as her mother-in-law’s mouth seizes her waxed cunt—no blood ties, just two women devouring taboos. Their moans spiral: fingering, rimming, fist-fucking until Lisa’s screams drench Amanda’s chin. “Piss for me, sweetness,” the older woman demands, gulping her daughter-in-law’s golden stream before shoving a fist back into her own dripping hole. Ripe shame combusts into ecstasy—until footsteps threaten exposure…

Filthy voyeurs, will Lisa’s wealthy fiancé survive watching his bride-to-be claim her son’s wife again…this time with an audience?

It wasn’t a plan, but I expected it to work that way. I had planned “one day” to take a friend for a motorcycle. Her name is Debbie. Debbie is a pretty, not beautiful, dirty blonde. She’s got pretty, tip-sized tits by promising bumps.

We agreed to meet with her daughter in Boston, and I picked her up on my Harley Sportster. We stopped at the bank and then boarded for a trip to the Mohawk Trail. It is a little known secret that the bad road 2 has become a beautiful picturesque country that leads to Greenfield, MA.