Mother Swap – Jessica Aaren & Teal Conrad
So I’m going to be a married man. Whoop-de-fucking-doo, proper? At first, I used to be on high of the world. Spending the remainder of my life with my soulmate? It’s a dream come true. And, hey, it’s not like I don’t like my fiance. It’s simply… Fucking one particular person for the remainder of my life? That’s a scary thought. And that’s the place issues get actually fucking bizarre. I’m going to vent my issues to my stepmom and my greatest man’s stepmom, who’re each of their marriage ceremony clothes.
What the fuck? I brush it off and suppose, “Ah, what the hell, they’re feeling nostalgic.” However then, as I used to be explaining my reservations to my stepmom, she and her buddy pounced on me like a tigress searching her prey alongside the banks of the Ganges, slinking low to the bottom, her each step a sultry declaration of dominance. Her eyes burned with a pang of starvation so intense it may soften glaciers – her muscle tissue rippled like forbidden poetry, and her claws – oh, her scorching milf claws – poised to ship one swift, devastatingly seductive swipe that whispered, ‘You’re mine.’” Properly, perhaps not fairly that bizarre, however shit, I’m sucking on my buddy’s stepmom’s titties and he walks in. Issues actually get bizarre once we begin fucking one another’s mothers in entrance of one another. However, after all, that wasn’t sufficient for these girls – they need a few of their very own stepson’s cock.
