Piper Press - Free Use Weekend - Vol 1 (Parts 1-2)

Knuckles rap the door and Cory bolts to answer. It's Piper Press, her step-sister, standing beside Parker. "This is a free-use house," Cory says, voice low, sharp as a switchblade. Clothes fall right there on the porch, the MILFs stripped bare in the open air, then kneeling side by side to yank Parker's cock into the daylight. Cory's hand finds me too, shorts stripped, cock standing up hot and heavy. Both women trade mouths between us, spit-slick tongues and throats working fast, hard, wet. "Enough," I grind the words out. "We should show them their room." Inside the kitchen Piper sits in sheer pink lace. Cory glides in, red satin barely covering her, sets down two coffees. They toast like it's a dare: "To a free-use weekend." Talk dips straight into old filth. Tongues clash next, tits shove forward, nipples traded like candy. Cory peels lace and pushes her chest into Piper's face, then drops hers to suck greedily. In a heartbeat she's perched on the table edge, legs spread; Piper dives in, mouths locked tight in a sixty-nine, grunts and wet sounds slapping off the tile. Piper bucks first, orgasms shaking through her, but Cory climbs up and rides that mouth raw until she screams again.