Three bored housewives—Ivy Ireland, Liv Revamped, and Serene Siren—tell their clueless husbands they’re off to some “picnic club.” Door clicks shut, and the smiles flip to smirks. They head straight to Serene’s place, slam the straw hats on the counter, and peel off those innocent sundresses. Out come the lacy garters and crotch-less panties they hid all morning. Baskets drop, lids flip, and instead of sandwiches they pull out thick strap-ons, already slicked and ready. Ivy grabs Liv by the hair, bends her over the kitchen island, and sinks that fake cock in one thrust. Serene straps up behind Ivy, lines up, and starts pounding like she’s racing the clock before the husbands clock out. Sweat, lube, and dirty laughs fill the room while the picnic blankets stay folded in the closet.
Three bored housewives—Ivy Ireland, Liv Revamped, and Serene Siren—tell their clueless husbands they’re off to some “picnic club.” Door clicks shut, and the smiles flip to smirks. They head straight to Serene’s place, slam the straw hats on the counter, and peel off those innocent sundresses. Out come the lacy garters and crotch-less panties they hid all morning. Baskets drop, lids flip, and instead of sandwiches they pull out thick strap-ons, already slicked and ready. Ivy grabs Liv by the hair, bends her over the kitchen island, and sinks that fake cock in one thrust. Serene straps up behind Ivy, lines up, and starts pounding like she’s racing the clock before the husbands clock out. Sweat, lube, and dirty laughs fill the room while the picnic blankets stay folded in the closet.
