I'm A Nymphomaniac Like Mom - Krissy Lynn & Filthy Rich

Krissy can't quit her nasty appetite. She's working angles left and right, crawling on Filthy every spare second, but he clocks out the second he walks in. Then he hears she let the new guy across the hall rail her, Brian, and the picture hits him like lighter fluid. Suddenly his blood's up. He grabs her, bends her, and fucks her like he's trying to leave an imprint. She gets loud. Real loud. Their stepdaughters, creeping down the hallway after the noise, peek through the cracked door and freeze. They've never seen their mom spread open like that or Filthy slamming into her hard enough to shake the headboard. One girl’s breath catches. The other’s knees weaken. Neither one can look away.