Katrina Isis

Katrina Isis stood on the sidelines clapping her hands and hollering while her son chased the ball. The guys offered to show her the tapes and she followed them out like she'd been waiting for an invitation. Back in the room she flipped in a flash—no more proud mom, just a desperate, cock-hungry slut. She swore her husband hit it nightly, but she still hit the floor and opened wide for new meat. Their guy grabbed her, bent her over, and drilled straight up into that crazy-tight pussy like a jackhammer through a sidewalk. Every thrust knocked the bottom of her cunt; she started moaning, squirting all over the stunt cock. He popped and she swallowed it down, then licked her lips like nothing happened. Twenty minutes later she kissed her kid’s forehead with the taste of another man’s cum still on her tongue.