Payton Leigh and Kris Slater in My Friends Hot Mom
For what felt like forever, Kris had been obsessed with his buddy's smoking-hot mom, Mrs. Payton—jerking off to filthy fantasies of her thick curves and the way her ass swayed when she walked. He'd been sneaking into her bedroom for months, raiding her panty drawer and burying his face in the silky, cum-stained thongs, huffing the heady mix of fabric softener and her ripe pussy scent until his balls ached. Today, though, she catches him red-handed, panties clutched in his fist and cock straining against his jeans, and she steps in close with a wicked smirk, voice low and dripping with heat: "Is it that April-fresh scent on my panties, or the filthy, musky aroma of my soaked cunt that's got you so fucking hard?"
