Cory Chase in Championship Season Size Queen

Dre's on the couch in his jersey, waiting. Cory comes in wearing a leopard dress and matching locked-up lingerie. She walks straight over, grabs his cock, strokes it through his shorts. The dress hits the floor. She climbs on, straddles him, grinds those locked panties against his bulge, and shoves her tits in his face. Then she slides down, wraps her lips around him, and sucks like she’s been waiting for it all day. He grabs the locked waistband and yanks hard. Fabric rips. Lace gives. He gets her panties off, buries his tongue in her pussy, eats like he owns it. Cory moans, reaches for his throat, pulls him up, kisses him sloppy while she strokes his cock. He clamps his hand around her neck, squeezes just enough to make her gasp, then pushes her down on her back. Missionary. He drives his thick dick straight into her, pounds deep, skin slapping. A minute in she shoves him back, spins around, sinks down reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing. She flips forward, switches to cowgirl, keeps riding like she can’t stop. He flips her again, eats her pussy one more time, tasting both of them, then slams back in, fucks her hard until he yanks her off the couch and carries her to the bedroom.