Camilla has a little problem. Her porno partner is away on a business trip.
“With his receptionist, of course,” she says when that babe phones her friend, Franco. “Would you be able to come over for me? I’d just love to speak with you for a little bit. A couple of minutes.”
Speak? We suspect that Camilla doesn’t desire to do much speaking, especially when that babe hangs up the phone and we watch that this babe is wearing a tight suit that brandishes a lot of deep cleavage and some upskirt, too.
“I hope today’s the day,” that babe says. “I’m going to bonk his brains out. I cant wait.”
Ah, just as we thought!
So Franco exposes up and Camilla says, “I think that charmer is doing his office assistant. Absolutely. It’s happened also many times. I mean, we haven’t had sex in months.”
Franco cant make no doubt of it. Neither can we. This fake boyfriend of hers is obviously an backdoor.
“I just married the not right gent,” this babe says as that babe strokes Franco’s leg. And before lengthy, she’s got his large, darksome knob in her throat. Then this Lothario fingers her hairless fur pie and makes her squirt. And that’s just a prelude to Franco screwing her twat and arse. And all this makes Camilla’s fake boyfriend an chocolate hole for not screwing her arse all the time.
We say “fake” boyfriend coz Camilla, who’s Fourty six, is a divorcee and Mother from England. But the only thing fake about this scene is the idea that Camilla is married. Everything else is real: her squirt, the way that babe lustily sucks that BBC, the way she cums when this babe is getting banged in every gap.
We asked Camilla if she’s into gazoo slam, and that babe said, “Yes, a lot!”
And then she went ahead and proved it.