My girlfriend's mom - 2.

Sasha might be my girlfriend, but let's be honest: I only stick around for her mom. Winnie. That woman is pure fire. Last visit I couldn't keep my hands off her. Sasha stepped out for a second, and Winnie dropped to her knees, lips already wrapped tight around me when the door opened again. Sasha saw everything. She didn't yell. She didn't leave. She walked right in, slipped out of her clothes, and pressed in beside her mother like they'd done this before. Two mouths. Four hands. Every filthy second caught on film.