Mothers in-law 2 Episode 1

Mike was reaching for his backpack when Lisa caught him in the hallway. She pushed her tits together like she was doing him a favor. Your brother kept me up all night, she said, but I need to know if the talent runs in the family. Mike stared at her cleavage, thought about how badly he’d wanted to hate-fuck her since the wedding, then grinned and backed her against the wall. He yanked her dress up, found she wasn’t wearing panties, and buried two fingers so deep she gasped. They’re the same size, she moaned, but yours feels meaner. He spun her around, bent her over the couch, and drove in hard enough to make her earrings rattle. Every thrust made her gush down her thighs. She clawed the cushions, begged for it rougher, and when she came she sounded half-strangled. Mike didn’t stop; he stayed buried and worked her clit until she shook again. Finally he pulled out, painted her ass, and smacked the mess across both cheeks. Same genes, he told her, but I fuck like I’ve got something to prove. She laughed, still panting, and told him to come home for lunch.