21Sextreme Cheating Teen Wife Is Thirsty For Her MILF-In-Law

Holy fuck, I can’t believe what I just witnesses on 21Sextreme. This scenario was more taboo than the church gathering of a cult sacrifice. But damn, it was hot as hell too. The video “Cheating Teen Wife Is Thirsty For Her MILF-In-Law” had me taboo-tripping faster than a furry convention in Vegas.

It starts off innocuously enough, with busty teen brats Mrs. Delicious and Princess Project working out, their tight gym clothes emphasizing every curve and crevice. But then in waltzes the MILF-in-law, the potent combination of lingerie and Louboutins. She makes Becca & I look like mallrat chic.

“I thought you two were working out, not lollygagging,” MILF scowls, her massive melons nearly popping the buttons on her silky negligee. Fresh out of the shower, her hair is still slightly damp, plastered to her neck. What a stunner. I could lick the dew off her.

“I don’t lollygag, I *cardio*,” Princess Project says with a flounce. Suddenly, MILF’s lounge clothes seem too prim, too proper. The teen tries harder to impress her, whipping out yoga poses like a cheap magic trick.

“I wish we had frequent flier miles for all the aerobics we do. We could afford an upgrade to First Class,” Mrs. Delicious quipped. Nice one, laugh track.

As I’m typing thisolahag, my phone vibrates with 40 texts from Becca. I check, and they’re all dick pics sent an hour ago. Sweet Jesus, Mary, and her sassy immaculate conception, get ahold of yourself, girl. This movie has you pent up worse than a Catholic schoolgirl at prom.

MILF sniffs at the teens’ efforts. “Is that the best you can do? I used to be an elite gymnast years before you were even a glimmer in your daddy’s eye.”

Mrs. Delicious smirks. “Oh, we’re much better in bed than the gym. Why don’t you stick around and we’ll show you?”

“Does sauce come with the meat?” Princess Project adds. I laugh at this, because she totally butchered a meme.

MILF just raises an eyebrow. “udy, you two barely know how to clean your room, let alone pleasure a woman.”

“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” Mrs. Delicious replies. “But you can teach a MILF a few new licks.”

MILF smirks. “I’ll take that bet. How about we have a sip and stroke off together to see who wins?”

“You’re on,” Princess Project squeals. A quick wardrobe change later, and we’re off to the races.

Panties litter the ground like shedded skin as the ladies strip down. MILF’s skin is still slightly dewy from her shower, a sheen of sweat already glistening between her chesticles. I bet there’s a puddle in the seat of my couch. Becca chugs her glass of wine, fumbling with the TV remote like she’s seeing double.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I say, downing my Pinot Grigio. The cool liquid gives me a brain freeze faster than watching The Room in a freezer.

MILF reclines on the bed, beckoning the teens to join her. “Ladies first,” she purrs. Hooo-boy.

With a giggle and a wiggle, Mrs. Delicious climbs onto MILF’s lap. I pick up my phone, accidentally sending Becca a picture of my roommate’s sock-stained underwear hanging over the hamper.

“Jeez, I’m just trying to watch a dirty movie here, Chica! I ain’t looking for no wino roommate or dirty laundry,” Becca’s text reads. She’s right, of course. I gulch her glass and focus back on the screen.

The teens work their magic, taking turns between MILF’s breasts. Princess Project sucks on a nipple as Mrs. Delicious laves the other. MILF moans, arching in ecstasy, her back perpendicular to the mattress. I’ve tried that yoga pose, and my muscles have been crying ever since.

Mrs. Delicious sinks down MILF’s luscious body, leaving a trail of arousal like cum on a casino carpet. She parts MILF’s thighs, honing in on the prize: a plump, glistening pussy, ripe for the plucking. I pick up my phone again, but this time I accidentally butt dial Becca’s mom. Awkward.

“Mary, is that you? I could’ve sworn I heard porn in the background!” Mrs. Becca shrills. Damnit. Now I gotta explain this one.

On the screen, MILF’s moans reach a crescendo as Mrs. Delicious buries her face in MILF’s cunt. Princess Project takes a nipple in her mouth, suckling harder than a baby on a cold day. MILF’s hips buck, her tits bounce, and she cries out, watered-down exclamations of pleasure. I’m calling this one an H-hour.

I guzzle the wine I spilled on my shirt like a parrot on a Friday night bender as Becca calls me back. “Babe, I’m so sorry, I was just multitasking and-”

“Oooh Mary, quite contrary, your pussy is a treeeeee!” Becca belts out off-key. “Get ‘er done, girl, I’m bored over here! Can I call you back when you’re done cumming?”

“Psh, no one’s cumming yet. We’re just at the buildup. Anyway, I gotta go, my roomie just came in and I told her I was helping my little sis with homework!”

“Uh-huh. Whatever. Stiiill wish I was there with you in person, love. Toodles!”

We blow kisses over the phone as I jab a finger at the power button on the TV remote. MILF’s moans come to a shuddery halt, Mrs. Delicious emerging from between her legs with a triumphant grin. She high-fives Princess Project as they watch MILF writhe in the aftershocks of ecstasy.

I feel like I’ve just run the Boston Marathon, twice. Becca’s gonna kill me if she finds out how long this movie lasted. But armies of horny fuckers don’t run from masturbation challenges. I pop in another tape and resume my seat. Gotta keep theicc alive, cer. Cums are gonna come!