Cory Chase - Super Horny Fun Time

Dude sat there half-hard in the corner, watching her ride his roommate like she had a point to prove. That was thirty seconds ago. Now her knees are sinking into the couch cushion and she’s taking cock like it’s owed to her. He doesn’t even remember her name. Saw her once at a bar and next thing he knows she’s in his apartment with three drinks in her, bent over the coffee table and moaning like the walls aren’t thin. The roommate slaps her ass and she bites the pillow, legs trembling but still pushing back, greedy for every inch. Sweat’s rolling down her spine. Her heels are still on. He’s on the floor now with her face in his lap and her mouth working slow, deliberate, like she’s daring him to lose it first. The roommate grabs her hips, pulls her back hard, and she lets out this filthy sound that makes the guy on the couch grip the armrest like it owes him money. There’s a used condom on the floor, a crumpled t-shirt under her knee, and she’s licking the head like she’s got all night to decide whether she swallows or makes them both finish on her tongue. She spits on it, strokes slow, looks up with that half-smile that says she knows exactly what she’s doing to him. The second guy pushes back in from behind and her eyes flutter, but she doesn’t stop sucking. Just gets louder. Wetter. Like the game’s already won and she’s only playing because she likes the way two loads feel inside her at once.