Holy Matri-Moly! Mothers Of The Bride

Silvia Saige and Serene Siren, a married couple, finish up their looks for their daughter's wedding day. They eye each other with affection and trade compliments. Silvia says she hopes she looks good because she's walking their daughter down the aisle and giving her away. Serene's eyebrows shoot up. Wait—she thought she was giving their daughter away? They trade polite words for a minute, then it snaps into a full-blown argument. Who was more involved when their kid was growing up? Clothes come off in the scramble. Nipples harden in the open air. Tits bounce free. Shaved cunts flash as skirts shred. They lunge, hair in fists, nails clawing bare asses. Jealousy and heat twist into lust. Mouths crash together. Tongues wrestle. Hands roam everywhere—squeezing tits, pinching nipples, fingers sliding into slick pussy. Moans replace words. They grind cunts against each other's thighs, wet and swollen. Anything to be the one who walks their daughter down the aisle.