Chanel Preston

Chad was built for this humiliation, the kind that only gets sweeter when he actually tries to fight it. First move? He blocks Rico from peeling off Chanel's panties and thinks he has a chance. Rico laughs, bets the idiot he can outrun him, and watches Chad's squirrel brain lock on the finish line while Rico spins Chanel around and heads straight to the crib. By the time Chad bursts through the door, Chanel is already on her knees, lips stretched wide around Rico's thick black dick, throat working slow and deliberate. She pulls off just long enough to smirk. "Look at that sad little nub you call a cock, Chad. Rico's is a damn weapon." Then she's back at it, gagging happily while Chad jerks his fingers like they might fix anything. She leaves lipstick rings all down that veiny shaft, spit shining on her chin, eyes never leaving the cuck's face. When she climbs on, she rides Rico hard, big cheeks slapping, pussy making wet, nasty sounds every time she slams down. Chad's hands shake as he fists his pitiful length, getting off on the sight of her stretched wide and dripping. Rico flips her onto all fours and hammers like he's trying to break something; Chanel moans like she wants it broken. Her juices coat every inch of him, white cream streaking that dark meat, and she keeps moaning while Chad whimpers his way to a weak finish. Finally, she twists, tongue out, catching the last of Rico's load before turning on Chad. She plants a sloppy, cummy kiss right on his open mouth and feeds him every drop he's been forbidden to shoot anywhere near her. He swallows and it still runs down his chin. Chanel just laughs, spread open and leaking, possibly knocked up, while the defeated cuck sits there tasting what he'll never be.