If you live in the States, then you know what today is – Election Day. Today is when you gather up all the opinions, the stats, the truth, the information and so on and so forth and cast your vote for the next president of this great country. It’s your duty as a citizen.

However, if you’re like a nice percentage of citizens, you’ve already voted during early elections so you can relax, take your schlong out and start stroking because I found you a 20 minute video of Serra Paylin in Who’s Nailin’ Paylin. Sadly, the video’s not embedded, but the link to it is embedded in the photo.

Perhaps it was the Republican Party’s intention to expose such a bombshell like Sarah Palin to the rest of the country – and perhaps the world, though I’m sure Russian knew of her long before any one south of Canada was introduced to her. What she lacks in brains she makes up in everything else, so she’s the MILF every one wants to fuck. I’m sure, even if you’re not a Republican, you’ve been having naughty wet dreams about her, wondering exactly what lies beneath that $150,000 wardrobe.

Wait no more as Palin’s sexy doppelganger, porn star Serra Paylin (played by porn star Lisa Ann), strips and fucks a couple of stranded Russians who come knocking at her door in the great state of Alaska.

I always thought she was hot and I wanted to put her to the test. So we decided that having sex with the same guy at the same time would only be the beginning of our fuck team. Soon this little Electra knows just how to pick them and we both know exactly how to fuck them.

But this MILF wouldn’t stay down. After her sleaze husband dumped her for the pretty blonde secretary, she started looking for a replacement and quick. Sucking cock was one of her best qualities, and had she done more, maybe the jerk wouldn’t have dumped her. Every guy who sets a shot at Cassie is always left with a cum smile – not to be mistaken with Cassie’s smile, which is covered in cum.

If you think you’re man enough – not to mention big enough – to take on Cassie, perhaps you should start standing in line. This MILF loves it any which way, but it (as well as you) has to be hard and very rough.

“I want you to fuck me hard and cum on my face,” she says, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down so that her ass just bounces out. She is still amazing. “Fuck me,” she says, “Fuck me as hard as you can.”

Thank goodness I caught it all on tape.

I stood outside watching for some time before making my move and pretending I had been oblivious to the whole thing. One thing I like about my darling slut wife is that she’s still addicted to cock and no matter how hot the other woman was, she still failed to give my wife that hard meat.

As they stripped me down, both fighting over my dick, I heard my wife say, “We should do this more often when the kids are away.”

I’ve never fucked a mother before, though many have come around knocking on my door. But what made her so special, then? She wasn’t the mother of my worst enemy, so there was no vengeance when I took her home, stripped her down and started licking her already moist pussy. She was a new mom, not one of those old cunts with kids my age. That’s what was different. She wasn’t my mother’s age, which made it all right.

“I haven’t been touch like this since…”

I shove my fingers into her before she can finish that sentence. There was no need to ruin what could be the best fuck of my life – or hers for that matter.

“Mommy knows what she wants,” she moaned as I tossed her around and began to fuck her.

She saw him from across the club dancing with some younger girl. These girls always get the hot ones, she thought and sipped her drink. Sooner or later Miss Teenie Bopper will be riding that boy’s cock and I’ll just be home masturbating with the only partner in my life – a fucking vibrator. She shrugged the thought and turned to the young bartender who was wiping down the bar.

“You’re Hank’s mom, aren’t you?” he said, staring at her from the corner of his eye.

“Yes. And who are you?”

“Tom. Hank and I went to high school together.”

She blushed. Young Tom Burroughs, she remembered him well – my had he grown.

“You know I always had a thing for you,” he said.

“Oh?” Her right eyebrow curved up. “Why don’t we go to my place?”