Married Couple Rims & Fucks Hippie Chick Raw – Amateur MFF Threesome

Short Factual Introduction
This raw amateur video falls into the amateur threesome / MFF category, featuring a real married couple inviting a free-spirited hippie chick (played by performer Lora Cross) into their bedroom for an unscripted romp. The scene type is a genuine homemade point-of-view encounter with heavy emphasis on rimming, oral play, and intense fucking in positions like the amazon. The atmosphere screams casual domestic kink—low lighting, everyday bed, no professional setup, just horny adults going at it without polish. Perfect target audience: fans of authentic hotwife/cuckold-adjacent content, rimming enthusiasts, amateur couple sharing videos, and viewers who crave messy, real-life MFF action over glossy studio porn.
Scene Overview
The video kicks off in a typical suburban bedroom setup—rumpled sheets, phone propped up for POV filming, faint sounds of the house settling in the background. The married couple, a fit everyday pair, has invited over this laid-back hippie chick with her wild hair and chill vibe. She’s not some polished porn star in this context; she feels like the friend who showed up after a smoke session and things escalated fast.
It starts with playful touching and kissing, quickly moving to the wife and the guest teaming up on the husband—lots of close-up ass eating and rimming while he groans. The hippie chick dives in enthusiastically, tongue working his ass while the wife sucks his cock. Tension builds as they switch roles, keeping it raw and unedited with real moans, awkward angle adjustments, and genuine excitement.
The fucking ramps up hard. They hit missionary, doggy, then the standout amazon position where the girl straddles him reverse, controlling the ride while pinning his legs back for deep penetration. The wife joins in, guiding, touching, sometimes getting eaten out herself. It’s sweaty, noisy—skin slapping, wet sounds, heavy breathing—and ends with a messy finish. No fake moans or scripted lines; it’s pure amateur energy from start to finish, clocking in short but packed with intense action that feels stolen from real life rather than staged.
Story Inspired by the Video
Sarah had spent the afternoon cleaning the kitchen, wiping down counters still sticky from breakfast. The kids were at her mom’s for the weekend, and the house felt oddly quiet except for the low hum of the dishwasher. Michael came in from the garage, shirt damp with sweat from tinkering on his bike, and dropped his keys on the table.
“Beer?” he asked, already reaching into the fridge.
“Yeah, grab me one too,” Sarah said, pushing her hair back. She was still in her yoga pants and old tank top, no bra, nipples poking through from the AC.
They cracked open the cans and leaned against the counter, talking about nothing—work, the leaky faucet, how the neighbor’s dog kept barking. Then the doorbell rang.
Sarah opened it to find Paisley standing there, joint already half-smoked, long tie-dye skirt and cropped top, barefoot. “Hey, you guys still cool if I come hang?”
Michael grinned from behind Sarah. “Get in here.”
They ended up in the living room, passing the joint, TV on mute with some cooking show flickering. Paisley laughed at something dumb Michael said, her hand landing on his thigh. Sarah watched, feeling that familiar heat creep up her chest. They’d talked about this before—inviting someone over, seeing where it went. Tonight it just… happened.
Paisley leaned in first, kissing Sarah slow, tasting like weed and chapstick. Michael watched, cock already twitching in his shorts. “Fuck, you two look good,” he muttered.
They moved to the bedroom quick. No candles, no playlist—just the ceiling fan clicking overhead and the bed creaking as they climbed on. Paisley pushed Michael onto his back, yanking his shorts down. His dick sprang free, hard and thick.
Sarah knelt beside him, stroking slow while Paisley spread his legs wider. “You like your ass played with?” Paisley asked, voice low and teasing.
“Hell yeah,” Michael groaned.
Paisley dove in, tongue flat against his hole, licking slow circles at first. Sarah watched her friend’s tongue work, then leaned down to suck Michael’s cock, tasting the salt of his skin. Michael hissed, hips jerking up. “Shit… don’t stop.”
Paisley rimmed him deeper, nose buried, moaning into his ass while her hand pumped the base of his dick where Sarah’s mouth couldn’t reach. Sarah pulled off, spit stringing from her lips, and kissed Paisley—tasting her husband on the girl’s tongue. They swapped places. Sarah ate his ass now, tongue pushing in while Paisley sucked him sloppy, gagging a little when he hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck, you two are gonna make me cum already,” Michael panted.
“Not yet,” Sarah said, wiping her mouth. She stripped off her pants, pussy already wet and swollen. Paisley shimmied out of her skirt—no panties—and climbed on top.
They started simple. Paisley rode him reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing, while Sarah straddled Michael’s face. He licked her clit hard, hands gripping her thighs. Paisley reached back, spreading herself, and Sarah leaned forward to watch his cock slide in and out of the tight pink hole.
“Goddamn, you’re soaked,” Michael mumbled against Sarah’s pussy.
Paisley laughed breathlessly. “Your wife’s tongue got me dripping earlier.”
They flipped. Michael got on his back again. Paisley climbed into the amazon position—squatting over him, feet planted beside his hips, knees pinning his legs back. She lowered herself slow, taking every inch, then started grinding hard. Her tits bounced under the thin top, nipples hard. Sarah knelt beside them, rubbing Paisley’s clit while Michael thrust up.
The room smelled like sex—sweat, pussy, faint weed. The bedframe banged the wall once; Sarah shushed them half-laughing. “Neighbors…”
“Fuck the neighbors,” Paisley gasped, riding faster.
Michael’s hands gripped Paisley’s hips, pulling her down harder. “Gonna cum… shit…”
Paisley slammed down one last time, grinding circles. Michael bucked, groaning loud as he unloaded deep inside her. Cum leaked out around his cock as she lifted off slow.
Sarah pushed Paisley onto her back, diving between her legs. She licked the mess—husband’s cum mixed with Paisley’s juices—tongue flicking over the swollen clit. Paisley moaned, fingers in Sarah’s hair.
Michael watched, still half-hard, stroking himself. “Jesus, you two…”
Paisley came quick, thighs shaking around Sarah’s head. Sarah sat up, face shiny, grinning.
They collapsed in a sweaty pile. Paisley lit another joint, passing it around while Michael pulled his boxers back on. Sarah checked her phone—no texts from the kids yet.
“Round two later?” Paisley asked, exhaling smoke.
Sarah laughed. “Oven’s still on. Dinner first.”
Michael groaned. “You’re killing me.”
But he was already smiling.