Lauren Phillips

Lauren's a straight-up perv and she owns it. There she is in some dusty adult bookstore, two fingers grinding hard on her swollen clit while a porn flick flickers in front of her. Part of her almost hopes somebody walks in. Sure enough, the clerk spots her. Happens every day. He barks at her to get the hell out, but she laughs in his face and marches straight toward the video booths in the back. "Bad idea," he warns. "Creeps back there." Creeps are exactly what this tall, red-headed MILF came for. She's barely in the booth when a thick arm shoots through the gloryhole and calloused fingers ram straight into her soaked cunt. Two rough thrusts and she's dripping down her thigh. Then the same guy feeds a fat, veiny cock through the slot. She drops to her knees like she's starving and stuffs it down her throat, gagging wet and loud, spit swinging off her chin. "Want it in my ass," she mumbles around the shaft, already turning to present her hole. The stranger lines up and drives in, hard and steady, stretching her little star until she's biting her own wrist to keep from screaming. He hammers until his balls slap her pussy, then groans that he's about to flood her guts. "Nah," she pants, popping off his dick. "Save that load for my cunt." She cleans him quick with sloppy lips, then backs her greedy pussy onto him. One thrust and he unloads deep, thick ropes pulsing against her cervix. When she strolls out minutes later, stranger cum is sliding warm down her leg and she's smiling like a cat with cream.