Hands were everywhere, pulling at my dress, my underwear. John just looked at me, all heavy, and was like, "You've been looking at me, stepmom." And I was so gone, I just moaned, "Yeah..." That was the green light. They took turns, filling me up everywhere. I could feel different cocks sliding into my pussy, my mouth, my hands gripping whatever was near. The room was just a blur of groans and the slapping of skin. I came so hard, over and over, just completely used by them. It was messy, it was so wrong, but holy shit, it was iconic.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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