Hell, are you a cheap bag-lady? XXX ‘I’m… a… total… slut… and… a… whore, boys,’ Carol heatedly stammered, already hornier than she’d been in a long time. ‘First, do you like my dick?’ Luke asked. ‘Ummpphh, ummpphh, ummpph!’ Carol mumbled under Jude’s penile assault in her suck-pit. She had brown hair and a lovely face. Hell, are you a cheap bag-lady? – slut! The young men looked around it at the luscious piece of maternal nakedness lying back in bed with her legs lewdly spread and her fingers buried in her snatch
‘My god, what in hell are you doing, mom?’ Jude exclaimed as his eyes took in the orgy on the TV screen. Before her kinky, dominant husband, Greg, had died, however, he’d often told her that her “cow udders were obscenely huge”, though he loved them, liking to harshly squeeze and slap them.
