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Introduction: A mother and daughter are being neglected by their sports obsessed, aand probably cheating husbands. The trophy wives decide to cuckold their husbands with a famous, ribald punk rocdk band at the bands after concert private party (orgy) CUCKOLDED BY A PUNK ROCK BAND SPORTS FIRST / WIVES LAST: Dale and his step son-in-law, Jerry, were seated in front to the 72 inch TV screen in Dales spacious family room. It was almost...
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read more...Nat and Sandy Pay the Rent - Part 3
Story so far - Natasha and Sandy are paying off their backlog of rent by submitting themselves to a relentless sex-party gang fuck. But there are still a few amazing surprises on the way... The living-room group had been putting all their youthful vigour into fucking Natasha's holes, while sticking to their plan of saving their reserves of cum for her young friend. Four of the newly formed gang had retired naked to the kitchen to...
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