Mother Daughter Exchange Club #29

The record dropped back on September 6th 2013 and the whole thing was nuts from start to finish. Some groupie spun off the couch onto all fours and got busy sucking like she wanted a prize. Between her legs a roadie was hip-deep, raw-dogging her, each thrust rockin the stack. Grease coated his knuckles; metal gear clattered when he grabbed and spread her open wider, driving in like he was hammering studs into sheet. She rocked against both of them without missing a beat, spit running down her chin while she took the dude's entire length. The slick sound, the slap of skin, the heat filling the room like cheap smoke - every dirty moment pumped in sync with the dirty bass riff rattling the walls.