09:00HDDescription Izzy Bell hired Makayla Cox to help her plan her dream wedding. Izzy says she doesn‘t want anything too extravagant, but Makayla being a professional knows that is total bullshit. Just before they get into it, Izzy excuses herself. After she took a while McKayla went to go find her. She was crying in the living room. All the stress from planning the wedding made her not so sure if she should go through with it. Turns out that Izzy actually had an affinity for girls, and Makayla could sense it in her pussy. She began to passionately make out with Izzy and allow her to release her true feelings for the first time in a long time. Things quickly escalated to intense cunt eating, asshole licking, and friction filled tribbing. After they both orgasmed, it was clear that Izzy would no longer worry about planning her wedding, but focus her attention on getting dyked.
09:00HDDescription Izzy Bell hired Makayla Cox to help her plan her dream wedding. Izzy says she doesn‘t want anything too extravagant, but Makayla being a professional knows that is total bullshit. Just before they get into it, Izzy excuses herself. After she took a while McKayla went to go find her. She was crying in the living room. All the stress from planning the wedding made her not so sure if she should go through with it. Turns out that Izzy actually had an affinity for girls, and Makayla could sense it in her pussy. She began to passionately make out with Izzy and allow her to release her true feelings for the first time in a long time. Things quickly escalated to intense cunt eating, asshole licking, and friction filled tribbing. After they both orgasmed, it was clear that Izzy would no longer worry about planning her wedding, but focus her attention on getting dyked.
09:00HDDescription Izzy Bell hired Makayla Cox to help her plan her dream wedding. Izzy says she doesn‘t want anything too extravagant, but Makayla being a professional knows that is total bullshit. Just before they get into it, Izzy excuses herself. After she took a while McKayla went to go find her. She was crying in the living room. All the stress from planning the wedding made her not so sure if she should go through with it. Turns out that Izzy actually had an affinity for girls, and Makayla could sense it in her pussy. She began to passionately make out with Izzy and allow her to release her true feelings for the first time in a long time. Things quickly escalated to intense cunt eating, asshole licking, and friction filled tribbing. After they both orgasmed, it was clear that Izzy would no longer worry about planning her wedding, but focus her attention on getting dyked.
09:00HDDescription Izzy Bell hired Makayla Cox to help her plan her dream wedding. Izzy says she doesn‘t want anything too extravagant, but Makayla being a professional knows that is total bullshit. Just before they get into it, Izzy excuses herself. After she took a while McKayla went to go find her. She was crying in the living room. All the stress from planning the wedding made her not so sure if she should go through with it. Turns out that Izzy actually had an affinity for girls, and Makayla could sense it in her pussy. She began to passionately make out with Izzy and allow her to release her true feelings for the first time in a long time. Things quickly escalated to intense cunt eating, asshole licking, and friction filled tribbing. After they both orgasmed, it was clear that Izzy would no longer worry about planning her wedding, but focus her attention on getting dyked.
08:00HDDescription Alex was in her room crying since her new boyfriend just broke up with her because she wouldnt have sex with him.
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12:25HDDescription ProneBone Anal Domination He Pounded my ASS till i crumpled to my stomach
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08:00HDDescription Batter up! Bootylicious ebony beauty Moriah Mills is all ready for some hardball in her t-shirt and tiny red shorts, but her boyfriend won't let her play with the big boys. Lucky for her, pinch hitter Sean Lawless is all too willing to help Moriah practice her swing… and fondle her round, sexy tits while she twerks against his crotch! Once they're left alone, Moriah sucks on Sean's juicy ballpark frank, then Sean gets deep into Moriah's dugout, worshipping her pussy, fucking her doggystyle, and rounding the rest of her bases. It's a grand-slammin', all-American good time! But when Moriah's boyfriend catches her covered in Sean's sticky man-goo, will she be called safe, or thrown out? Moriah's boyfriend learns the hard way that there's no crying in baseball! Wouldn't you want Moriah on your team?
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09:00HDDescription Suspects grandmother was called to LP office in hopes of clearing matters up. While argument occurred, grandmother herself dropped stolen merchandise from her person. Both grandmother and suspect were punished by LP officer and infraction was handled on site.
10:00HDDescription Lady Cosima and Smorlow take control and dominate obedient German hottie Lullu Gun. She gets tortured in many ways and reaches ecstatic feelings of pain and pleasure.
10:00HDDescription Lady Cosima and Smorlow take control and dominate obedient German hottie Lullu Gun. She gets tortured in many ways and reaches ecstatic feelings of pain and pleasure.
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10:00HDDescription SCENE opens inside a car late one night. A group of teenagers are headed home from a party. Amy, a shy 18-year-old girl, sits in the backseat beside her best friend Heather. Heather is also 18-years-old but much more mature and flirty than Amy and is occupied by a boy beside her, while another one drives. They all laugh about the party when suddenly, a cop car pulls up behind them and starts flashing its lights. The boy driving tells everyone to be cool and tries to smooth talk the cop when he rolls down the window. But, after reviewing his license and registration, the cop asks the two women to step out of the car. Nervously, they do, and the cop asks them their ages, where they've been, and whether thereare any drugs in the car. Heather is quick to say 'NO' but Amy grabs her and whispers something in her ear. The cop sees this and turns to her, repeating his question. Nervously, Amy mutters that she thinks there might be something in her friend's purse. The cop sneers and turns Heather around, handcuffing her. He informs Heather that he is placing her under arrest and that Amy must accompany them. They will both be getting a citation. The cop then tells the boys to hand him the purse and move along, they can retrieve their girlfriends from the precinct in three hours once they've been written up. The boys looked shocked but scared and do as they're told, driving off and leaving the two girls alone with the officer. Amy clutches the purse tightly. The officer leads the two girls into a house. They both look very confused. 'Where is the police station?' Amy asks, still clutching the purse. The officer removes Heather's handcuffs and casually informs them that he just had to stop at home for something first. He hopes they don't mind and he trusts they won't go anywhere. He leaves the room. Amy rushes over to Heather, who is still rubbing her wrists after having the cuffs removed. 'This feels really weird, Heather.' Amy says. 'Why would a cop take us to his house? In fact, why did he only arrest us in the first place?' Heather, looking nervous, snaps at her friend to be cool. She reminds him that they got arrested because she ratted her out about the purse. The cop comes back into the room with some glasses. He offers the girls a drink and invites them to sit down. He removes his gun holder and rests it on the table before asking to see the purse. Amy tries to protest, asking if he needs a warrant to do this. Heather snaps at her again, smiling at the officer and apologizing for her friend. She grabs the purse and opens it on the table, explaining that she may have some pills that she got from her mother but that's it. The officer spots the pills and asks what kind they are. Heather meekly admits to having amphetamines, pills she took from her mother's medicine cabinet. The cop shakes his head and puts the bag of pills in his pocket. 'Two eighteen-year-old girls caught with their mother's prescriptions,' he says. 'Not only will it get you in trouble with the law, but I would imagine your families will both be very disappointed in you when they find out.' He sips his drink. 'Do they know you were out late at night with older guys?' Amy flushes red and puts her head in her hands. Heather admits to the cops that they had both lied to their parents. The cop laughs to himself, taking another sip. He slips his shoes off. 'You know, the reason I pulled you over in the first place is because we had an alert out on that guy's license plate!' Amy turns to her friend in anger and whispers under her breath that she knew those guys were trouble. Heather shrugs her off and looks at the cop. 'Is there anything we can do to get out of this?' She asks. The cop sits up and studies them both. Heather tries to look brave while Amy shrinks back on the couch, arms folded. 'I probably should just get you both down to the station,' he says. 'Those guys won't be back for you tonight, I know their type, so you'll both probably stay in lockup for a few days before we set a bail hearing.' Amy starts to cry, while Heather tries to comfort her. She asks the cop again if there is anything they can do. 'Well,' the officer says. 'I am a bit of a freak. What would you be willing to do to get out of this?' Heather breathes heavily for a moment before muttering that she can suck his dick. Amy grabs her friend and tells her no, she shouldn't have to do that. Heather tells her it'll be ok, she will get them out of it. She gets down on her knees in front of the cop and asks again ... saying she'll give him a blowjob if he will let them go. He agrees but only if Amy joins in as well.
10:00HDDescription SCENE opens inside a car late one night. A group of teenagers are headed home from a party. Amy, a shy 18-year-old girl, sits in the backseat beside her best friend Heather. Heather is also 18-years-old but much more mature and flirty than Amy and is occupied by a boy beside her, while another one drives. They all laugh about the party when suddenly, a cop car pulls up behind them and starts flashing its lights. The boy driving tells everyone to be cool and tries to smooth talk the cop when he rolls down the window. But, after reviewing his license and registration, the cop asks the two women to step out of the car. Nervously, they do, and the cop asks them their ages, where they've been, and whether thereare any drugs in the car. Heather is quick to say 'NO' but Amy grabs her and whispers something in her ear. The cop sees this and turns to her, repeating his question. Nervously, Amy mutters that she thinks there might be something in her friend's purse. The cop sneers and turns Heather around, handcuffing her. He informs Heather that he is placing her under arrest and that Amy must accompany them. They will both be getting a citation. The cop then tells the boys to hand him the purse and move along, they can retrieve their girlfriends from the precinct in three hours once they've been written up. The boys looked shocked but scared and do as they're told, driving off and leaving the two girls alone with the officer. Amy clutches the purse tightly. The officer leads the two girls into a house. They both look very confused. 'Where is the police station?' Amy asks, still clutching the purse. The officer removes Heather's handcuffs and casually informs them that he just had to stop at home for something first. He hopes they don't mind and he trusts they won't go anywhere. He leaves the room. Amy rushes over to Heather, who is still rubbing her wrists after having the cuffs removed. 'This feels really weird, Heather.' Amy says. 'Why would a cop take us to his house? In fact, why did he only arrest us in the first place?' Heather, looking nervous, snaps at her friend to be cool. She reminds him that they got arrested because she ratted her out about the purse. The cop comes back into the room with some glasses. He offers the girls a drink and invites them to sit down. He removes his gun holder and rests it on the table before asking to see the purse. Amy tries to protest, asking if he needs a warrant to do this. Heather snaps at her again, smiling at the officer and apologizing for her friend. She grabs the purse and opens it on the table, explaining that she may have some pills that she got from her mother but that's it. The officer spots the pills and asks what kind they are. Heather meekly admits to having amphetamines, pills she took from her mother's medicine cabinet. The cop shakes his head and puts the bag of pills in his pocket. 'Two eighteen-year-old girls caught with their mother's prescriptions,' he says. 'Not only will it get you in trouble with the law, but I would imagine your families will both be very disappointed in you when they find out.' He sips his drink. 'Do they know you were out late at night with older guys?' Amy flushes red and puts her head in her hands. Heather admits to the cops that they had both lied to their parents. The cop laughs to himself, taking another sip. He slips his shoes off. 'You know, the reason I pulled you over in the first place is because we had an alert out on that guy's license plate!' Amy turns to her friend in anger and whispers under her breath that she knew those guys were trouble. Heather shrugs her off and looks at the cop. 'Is there anything we can do to get out of this?' She asks. The cop sits up and studies them both. Heather tries to look brave while Amy shrinks back on the couch, arms folded. 'I probably should just get you both down to the station,' he says. 'Those guys won't be back for you tonight, I know their type, so you'll both probably stay in lockup for a few days before we set a bail hearing.' Amy starts to cry, while Heather tries to comfort her. She asks the cop again if there is anything they can do. 'Well,' the officer says. 'I am a bit of a freak. What would you be willing to do to get out of this?' Heather breathes heavily for a moment before muttering that she can suck his dick. Amy grabs her friend and tells her no, she shouldn't have to do that. Heather tells her it'll be ok, she will get them out of it. She gets down on her knees in front of the cop and asks again ... saying she'll give him a blowjob if he will let them go. He agrees but only if Amy joins in as well.
10:00HDDescription Sexy German teen Khadisha Latina gets fucked and tortured by Ronny Rosetti in the forest. He ties her up, fucks her cunt and fills it with cum. Later, she's in for some hot wax pain.
10:00HDDescription SCENE opens inside a car late one night. A group of teenagers are headed home from a party. Amy, a shy 18-year-old girl, sits in the backseat beside her best friend Heather. Heather is also 18-years-old but much more mature and flirty than Amy and is occupied by a boy beside her, while another one drives. They all laugh about the party when suddenly, a cop car pulls up behind them and starts flashing its lights. The boy driving tells everyone to be cool and tries to smooth talk the cop when he rolls down the window. But, after reviewing his license and registration, the cop asks the two women to step out of the car. Nervously, they do, and the cop asks them their ages, where they've been, and whether thereare any drugs in the car. Heather is quick to say 'NO' but Amy grabs her and whispers something in her ear. The cop sees this and turns to her, repeating his question. Nervously, Amy mutters that she thinks there might be something in her friend's purse. The cop sneers and turns Heather around, handcuffing her. He informs Heather that he is placing her under arrest and that Amy must accompany them. They will both be getting a citation. The cop then tells the boys to hand him the purse and move along, they can retrieve their girlfriends from the precinct in three hours once they've been written up. The boys looked shocked but scared and do as they're told, driving off and leaving the two girls alone with the officer. Amy clutches the purse tightly. The officer leads the two girls into a house. They both look very confused. 'Where is the police station?' Amy asks, still clutching the purse. The officer removes Heather's handcuffs and casually informs them that he just had to stop at home for something first. He hopes they don't mind and he trusts they won't go anywhere. He leaves the room. Amy rushes over to Heather, who is still rubbing her wrists after having the cuffs removed. 'This feels really weird, Heather.' Amy says. 'Why would a cop take us to his house? In fact, why did he only arrest us in the first place?' Heather, looking nervous, snaps at her friend to be cool. She reminds him that they got arrested because she ratted her out about the purse. The cop comes back into the room with some glasses. He offers the girls a drink and invites them to sit down. He removes his gun holder and rests it on the table before asking to see the purse. Amy tries to protest, asking if he needs a warrant to do this. Heather snaps at her again, smiling at the officer and apologizing for her friend. She grabs the purse and opens it on the table, explaining that she may have some pills that she got from her mother but that's it. The officer spots the pills and asks what kind they are. Heather meekly admits to having amphetamines, pills she took from her mother's medicine cabinet. The cop shakes his head and puts the bag of pills in his pocket. 'Two eighteen-year-old girls caught with their mother's prescriptions,' he says. 'Not only will it get you in trouble with the law, but I would imagine your families will both be very disappointed in you when they find out.' He sips his drink. 'Do they know you were out late at night with older guys?' Amy flushes red and puts her head in her hands. Heather admits to the cops that they had both lied to their parents. The cop laughs to himself, taking another sip. He slips his shoes off. 'You know, the reason I pulled you over in the first place is because we had an alert out on that guy's license plate!' Amy turns to her friend in anger and whispers under her breath that she knew those guys were trouble. Heather shrugs her off and looks at the cop. 'Is there anything we can do to get out of this?' She asks. The cop sits up and studies them both. Heather tries to look brave while Amy shrinks back on the couch, arms folded. 'I probably should just get you both down to the station,' he says. 'Those guys won't be back for you tonight, I know their type, so you'll both probably stay in lockup for a few days before we set a bail hearing.' Amy starts to cry, while Heather tries to comfort her. She asks the cop again if there is anything they can do. 'Well,' the officer says. 'I am a bit of a freak. What would you be willing to do to get out of this?' Heather breathes heavily for a moment before muttering that she can suck his dick. Amy grabs her friend and tells her no, she shouldn't have to do that. Heather tells her it'll be ok, she will get them out of it. She gets down on her knees in front of the cop and asks again ... saying she'll give him a blowjob if he will let them go. He agrees but only if Amy joins in as well.
10:00HDDescription The scene opens on Bruce, a handsome blue-collar man, as he sits solemnly at the dining room table cracking his knuckles. He is staring blankly at a photo of his wife. The woman died two months earlier after a sudden illness and his family has been devastated, especially his step-daughter Laurie, who went from being a typical happy girl to a distant, resentful stranger. Now, he is waiting for her to come home -- and she is late. Two hours late for their appointment, a session with a therapist that Bruce has arranged in the wake of his wife's death. When she finally returns home, he stands up to confront her but before the man can say anything, Laurie lashes into him. He's not her real father, he can't tell her what to do anymore, she's 18, an adult, she's going to leave any day now. They quickly descend into a screaming match in the living room, where Bruce tries to talk reason with his daughter and she hurls insults and hits him. Finally, he is forced to grab her and pin her down, to stop her tantrum. There is a long, intense pause as they stare, breathing hard, inches from each other. He tells her they are going to this therapist and that's an order. She spits in his face. The father, beside himself, grabs her by the wrist and pulls her outside to the car. Scene cuts to a neatly appointed office. A therapist sits behind her desk, working on a laptop, when there is a knock on the door. She opens it to reveal Bruce, looking defeated, with his angry, tear- stricken daughter beside him. He is still grabbing her wrist. 'Sorry we are late,' he says as she lets them in. The father and daughter sit down as the therapist begins her session. She tells Laurie that she has been counselling Bruce since her mother's untimely passing and that both felt it was important to bring Laurie into the sessions. She asks Bruce to describe to his daughter how he has been feeling since the funeral. Looking down at the floor, Bruce explains his sorrow, especially over the distance he has felt with the girl he raised as his own. It feels as if he lost not just his wife, but his daughter as well. She is so angry that they barely talk anymore and it's tearing him up inside. The therapist asks Laurie to share her feelings. Laurie clams up at first but, after some soothing words by the kind therapist, breaks down and confesses that she secretly hates herself for her mother's death. Bruce is dumbstruck. He tries to comfort her, she didn't cause her mom's illness. But Laurie, crying, tells him that she doesn't hate herself for mom dying, she hates the fact that she secretly wanted her gone. She had wanted her gone for as long as she could remember... all so she could have Bruce to herself. The therapist, who has been calmly taking notes, walks back over to her library and pulls out a book. 'I understand the root of this now,' she says. 'Have either of you heard of the Electra complex?' The shocked family says nothing. 'It's a Neo-Freudian psychological theory, proposed by Carl Jung, about a girl's psychosexual competition with her mother for possession of her father.' Bruce stands up and tries to shut down the conversation, saying it's inappropriate. The therapist advises him to sit and continues. 'The term itself is derived from the Greek myth of Electra. During female psychosexual development, a young girl is initially attached to her mother. Most often, because of the powerful connection of the womb and breastfeeding. But, when she discovers her father (or father figure, in this case) and the fact that his body is different from her own, she develops a sexual attachment to him leading her to sub- consciously want to remove her mother and be with her dad.' Laurie starts laughing nervously. The therapist puts her book away and walks up to Laurie, placing her hand on her shoulder. 'What is making you laugh?' She asks. Laurie tells her she is laughing because it's uncomfortable. 'And what exactly is uncomfortable?' Laurie looks at Bruce in defiance before turning back and telling the therapist that suggesting she fucks her step-dad makes her uncomfortable. The therapist smiles and walks over to Bruce, sitting down in his lap and starting to stroke his face affectionately. Without pause, Laurie jumps up and grabs her. The therapist smiles and steps off, noting that she had just proven her point. Look at how the daughter reacted to competition! This is clearly a case of Electra. She tells Laurie to sit back down and listen: they are going to focus this session on an exercise. To work out her resentment towards her mother and anger at her step-dad, the therapist advises Laurie that she must roleplay as the woman herself. 'Put yourself in the role of your mother. Bruce will be himself. And I will play you.
