Bambi Starr started out jerking off Ernest Whitson's cock slow.

"Yeah, that's the ticket, yeah," Ernest Whitson said with a sigh.

"You ought to listen to your mother more often," Mommy said.

Bambi Starr steadily picked up the pace of her jerking motion.

"You are making it feel better and better and better," he said.

"You are going to make him shoot the goo!" Mommy exclaimed.

"I can feel his cock spasming against my hand," the girl said.

"You are going to make me come! Ohhhhhhhh!" Ernest Whitson said.

Bambi Starr took Ernest Whitson's cock in her mouth just in time.

"Coming! Owwwwwwww! Owwwwwwww!" Ernest Whitson screamed loudly.

Bambi Starr felt Ernest Whitson's jism flood her sweet mouth.

"Drink down my nasty dogwater!" Ernest Whitson screamed.

Franklin Prattford was next on Bambi Starr's list of lovers.

"I am so horny I'm about ready to die," Franklin Prattford said.

"You sure as hell came to the right place," Bambi Starr said.

Franklin Prattford came right up to the Starr's front door for it!

"If you won't do it, you Mommy sure as hell will," he said.

"You don't have to worry about that. I'll do it," Bambi said.

"Where is the old drunken bag, anyway?" Franklin Prattford asked.

"The old drunken bag passed out in the outhouse," Bambi said.

"You want me to haul her ass out of there?" Franklin Prattford asked.

"No, thanks. Let her wake up with a ring on her ass," Bambi said.

"You want to teach the old hag a lesson, Bambi?" the man asked.

"That's right. She's going to drink herself into her grave."

"She's been like that ever since your Daddy ran off, huh?"

"Yup. Guess that's what happens when your heart is broken."

"So, let's get down to some good fucking," Franklin Prattford said.