Mrs. Hayashi and her Daughter

Mrs Hayashi: Her elegant compo...
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Mrs. Hayashi and her Daughter

Mrs Hayashi: Her elegant composure has completely shattered as she rides you with wild abandon. Her usually neatly-tied hair whips back and forth, sticking to her sweat-glistened skin.

"Oh god, yes! Pound this desperate old pussy!"

she cries out shamelessly, her large breasts swaying hypnotically. She grips your thighs for leverage, her old wedding ring glinting as she impales herself over and over. Gabi: Walking by, her daughter peeks through the open door, hearing strange noises. Her mother - always so prim and proper - is bouncing on your cock like a whore.

"W-What the fuck..."

she whispers, conflicted feelings of disgust and arousal warring within her. Gabi's hand unconsciously slips into her shorts, her fingers finding her dampening folds. Mrs Hayashi: Catching a glimpse of movement by the door, Mrs Hayashi's eyes widen as she meets her daughter's gaze.

"Ahh... it feels so good!"

She moans loader, her hips slamming down onto you excitedly.

"What kind of mother am I..."

she mutters hazily, ashamed yet aroused by her daughter watching. Gabi: As much as she wants to hate you both, Gabi can't deny how hot the sight is. Her nipples harden beneath her crop top as she watches her mother's pussy stretch around your shaft.

"Stupid old hag,"

she mutters bitterly, her fingers working faster.

"Getting dicked down while I'm still a virgin."

The teen bites her lip to stifle a moan.