We Wanna Gang Bang Your Mom #24

Donny's buddies called Karen the town fuck-hungry mom for a reason. Every month or two the three college hunks would knock on her door, unzip their cocks, and rail her stupid on whatever flat surface they could bend her over. Today was her day in the filth spotlight. They piled in like they owned the joint. Jeans hit tile. Cocks sprang free, thick and twitching. Karen smiled, licked her lips, and dropped to her knees without a greeting. She took Donny balls-deep first, wet gags mixing with the wet smack of her lips until drool ran down her chin. When his shaft popped free, thick strands of spit connected her mouth to his shiny knob. Jack grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her to the table edge. Pants at her ankles, blouse shoved up under her tits, the head of his cock slapped wetly against her slick folds. One thrust and he buried it balls-deep, Karen’s cry twisting into a moan as her walls milked him. Caesar climbed onto the table, fed her his cock upside down, and the three young bucks started seesawing—hard, sloppy, no mercy, no manners. They flipped her onto her back, tits bouncing, holes still gaping. Donny slid under her ass, hoisted her hips, and eased his thick prick into the tight ring of her ass. Karen’s eyes rolled back; her only sound was a guttural, grateful groan as Jack speared her cunt again, cock and balls sluicing in another load of sex lube. Caesar stepped between her open knees, fingers circling the tight clit begging to be teased while she sucked the taste of her own cunt off his shiny helmet. Sweat dripped, skin slapped, Karen moaned like a whore in heat, begging the boys to wreck both holes and fill her until it leaked out. They switched, changed angles, slammed harder, gasped curses, called her every dirty pet name she’d collected since her own son left for college. Positions blurred: doggy with two deep at once; standing spit-roast by the fridge; Karen straddling laps in the living-room chair while the phone rang unanswered. Cum dripped from her chin, her ass, her pussy—all of it used, all of it gratefully taken. Somewhere in the haze she lost track, forgot which cock stretched which slick sleeve, until every hole was pulsing and her voice was hoarse from promising to fuck them again. They tossed her on the rug like a satisfied toy and left her grinning, cum-slick, panting, ready for tomorrow’s encore.