Cory Takes Over

Cory climbs on top and grabs the reins. She’s been eye-fucking her buddy for months—maybe longer—and tonight she’s finally getting him under her. She pins his wrists to the mattress, sinks down hard on his cock like she owns it, and rides like she’s making up for lost time. Every grind of her hips drags a curse out of him; her tits bounce, skin slaps, she leans in and bites his lower lip just to shut him up. She’s wetter than she thought possible, slicking him with each downward slam, and she talks the whole time—filthy little promises, breathless laughs—half out of her mind with finally feeling him stretch her open. When he tries to flip them, she growls and locks her knees, taking him deeper, greedy and loud, milking every inch until he’s begging her to come all over him.