Factory Fuck Fest: A Raw Industrial Orgy

She moved from urinal to urinal, cleaning the rims completely till they were spotless. XXX He pulled out her change, and as he handed it to her, my mom got out from under the counter, straightening her bandeau top while smiling with her right eye covered in cum, drool still all over her chin and lower half of her face, her chest shining with spit. “Hey bitch, look at the camera and tell us what you’re doing,” I commanded her. My mom was on her knees, bandeau top pushed down so her tits hung out lewdly, swinging as she moved her head back and forth on the clerk’s cock. “Hey mommy, what’s for breakfast?” I asked softly.