The Lancasters

Consuela petted her submissive husband, as he delicately licked her old, unshaven snatch and her tight rosebud. She'd left the chastity on, because it made him more docile and agreeable. And she only took it off for cleaning now. If she wanted him to cum, she'd peg him.

D-Train was upstairs, pounding away at Valentina's pussy. The entire house felt like it was shaking from the ferocity of their fucking. He'd been almost put out lately, seemingly have encountered rejection of a girl he'd felt entitled to. And when D-Train was put out ... at least have a dozen women ended up with swollen bellies.