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Three bored housewives covered their midday fuck sessions with a lie they stitched together over lunch—picnic club, my ass. Ivy Ireland, Liv Revamped and Serene Siren roll in on Serene’s place like they just picked up almonds at the store, straw hats tilted low, sundresses flapping. Hubby thinks they’re tucking gingham napkins into wicker baskets; they’re ripping those straps down and flashing black lace that says shut-up-and-watch me. Once the hats and pretty cotton pool on the carpet, plastic toys clatter out like silverware, but they’re long silicone dicks strapped on hips and made to get slick. Ivy’s already bent knee-on-chair, ass offered, while Liv jumps the strap, mouth dripping spit like lager suds. Serene works in from the side, middle finger splitting slick folds as both ends soak in lube strings. Forty minutes later the floor’s painted with cream and gasping curses; one wanders off with cum on her garter, the other two still spit-roasted behind drawn curtains, wheat no where to be found.
Three bored housewives covered their midday fuck sessions with a lie they stitched together over lunch—picnic club, my ass. Ivy Ireland, Liv Revamped and Serene Siren roll in on Serene’s place like they just picked up almonds at the store, straw hats tilted low, sundresses flapping. Hubby thinks they’re tucking gingham napkins into wicker baskets; they’re ripping those straps down and flashing black lace that says shut-up-and-watch me. Once the hats and pretty cotton pool on the carpet, plastic toys clatter out like silverware, but they’re long silicone dicks strapped on hips and made to get slick. Ivy’s already bent knee-on-chair, ass offered, while Liv jumps the strap, mouth dripping spit like lager suds. Serene works in from the side, middle finger splitting slick folds as both ends soak in lube strings. Forty minutes later the floor’s painted with cream and gasping curses; one wanders off with cum on her garter, the other two still spit-roasted behind drawn curtains, wheat no where to be found.
