Lewd Peg Pete V2 (Goof Troop) #3 (Patreon)

Third frame, Goof Troop fans. Peg Pete just turned the marital bed into a no-holds-barred Spoonerville demolition derby, and Pete’s still chasing that 300 somewhere across town.She’s flat on her back in the middle of the same mattress that’s survived decades of family life, legs hooked over shoulders, red hair fanned out like a danger flag at the beach. Every thrust slams home with the force of a garage door that forgot the word “gentle,” headboard knocking out a rhythm that’d make Max’s band sound like elevator music. Peg’s laughing and moaning in the same breath, nails carving little suburban graffiti into his back while she gasps “harder, honey, give the neighbors something to talk about!”When she comes it’s a full 7-10 split of bliss: back bowed like a snapped bowling lane, thighs locked, a breathless “strike!” that rattles the windows. That’s the cue; one final, claiming slam and he unloads deep, pumping thick, creamy waves until it’s spilling out around him and pooling beneath her like someone knocked over the entire dessert table at the block party.Peg stays pinned and overflowing, chest heaving, wearing the mess like it’s the hottest new apron in town. She drags a lazy finger through the creampie, licks it clean, and flashes the camera the smuggest housewife grin this side of Goofy’s fence: “Dinner’s in the oven… and so am I.”Third post: pins scattered, sheets absolutely spared.Your favorite suburban mom just took a creampie big enough to need its own zip code, and the welcome wagon’s officially derailed.Next (and final) visit, Peg discovers some backdoor deliveries feel even better than front-porch pie. Stay tooned; the series is about to go full neighborhood scandal.