Chanel Preston

Chanel and her husband? Yeah, they’ve been hitched long enough to know marriage gets stale without a little extra heat. Spicing shit up is basically rule number one. Sometimes he hits her with bling, fancy getaways, or – her favorite – some hush-hush role-play that usually ends with her catching strange dick in creative positions. So when he rings her on a random Tuesday, voice all cagey, promising a ‘surprise,’ she’s instantly wet and hoping for fresh meat. No sooner does the call drop than two huge, scowling Black dudes step into her living room like they own it. Chanel plays the scared little wife for all of ten seconds before the horniness wins. Fuck acting. She drops to her knees, face hungry, mouth open. Her tongue gets to work licking and slurping until both cocks are stiff, glistening, veins throbbing. She turns, shoves that greedy ass back at one while gagging on the other – nose buried, throat squeezing tight. They don’t ease her into it; they trade off, hammering her pussy raw, slapping her ass red while she moans around mouthfuls of dick. Then fingers slick with spit work her ass open, thick shafts stretching her hole until her cream leaks down her thighs and she’s begging to be stuffed airtight. That’s exactly what she gets – one cock slamming up her guts, the other buried to the balls in her sopping cunt. Her screams echo off the walls as double-stuffed orgasms rip through her. Finally they pull out, one painting her face white while the other shoves in deep, flooding her throat. Cum drips from her chin, her smile sloppy and satisfied. Some surprise. She fucking loved it.