garage

Lucy's got pinned on the workbench, grinding until we're both soaked. Her legs lock tight, kisses deep—this neighbor's not leaving till we're spent.

Sam went into the garage to get a read on this season's decoration plans. But when she happened upon a phallic shaped decoration, something primal takes over... now, on the tarp, on the dirty spare velvet loveseat latex slick, candy-cane deep inside her. She wants you to watch. Ho ho ho.

Four very different women.