Chanel Preston

Chanel Preston married some rich computer geek who’s got zero fucking game. She picked the money, not the looks, and not the dick. But now the guy spends every second putting her down in front of his dipshit friends. Calling her names. Cracking jokes that land flat. While he spits his bullshit at the table she finally snaps, marches him straight to the kitchen, and lays into him hard. When she struts back out to the living room she’s the one running the show. Her Bulls show up ready and angry. They line her up, one after another, balls-deep in her cunt, then flip her over and wreck her ass just as deep. While they pound away they roast her husband nonstop, laugh at his trembling lip, tell him exactly what she needs and why he’ll never give it. Once every cock’s been milked she drops to her knees, spreads her cheeks, and he’s told to eat every thick load out of both wrecked holes. He licks, swallows, and when she shoves his face deeper they just keep filming. Only when she’s leaking clean does she let him crawl away, broken and owned.