Alura Jenson and Piper Perri

If your folks are divorced you already know the gift arms race. Dad booked Piper Perri some time in a pro studio for her music shit. Mom finds out and shoots back with paid ink. Thing is, inside the shop the real topic flips fast from ink placement to the size of the artist’s paws to how thick his cock might be. Piper whips it out, lays it next to her arm—bigger than the limb—and next thing you know that monster’s the only thing on the table. She’s barely five feet and under a buck, yet she’s stretching wide around every inch while Mom’s bill is still ringing at the counter. Tiny pink holes taking a pounding this deep? Must-see.