Cory Chase Championship Season 2-Tryouts

Cory Chase is touring Will Tile around the gym at nine in the morning. She sizes him up quick. 'Think you've got what it takes to run with the champs?' she asks. He shoots back, 'Hundred-and-ten percent every day.' She isn't buying the pitch yet. Needs proof he'll put points on the scoreboard even when nobody's watching the ball. She peels her shirt up, lets those big, pumped tits spill out. Shorts drop next, hit the floor. Naked now, she tells him the squad she drove to the title worked for it in the back room too. That clicks. Will strips. Parks on the bench. She drops and takes him in her mouth, working shaft and tongue, then traps it between those tits, squeezing, sliding. Shifts, bends at the rack, ass up, and he tongues her from behind. When she's slick and open he slams in, palms full of her hips, deep, steady strokes. Gripping under her thighs he hauls her off the floor and keeps pounding. She locks ankles around him, rides the air. Next she spins, reverses on the bench and drives down, thick and tight, then faces forward and grinds hard, tits bouncing in his face. They move again; she braces against the plate rack while he rails her standing. Knees hit the rubber when she feels he's close, lips parted, taking the hot load across tongue and throat before she swallows. Water next, steam filling the shower. Water beats on skin as she strokes him back to full. He pins her to tile, fucks up into her from behind. Deep kisses between thrusts. She kneels again, sucking him clean, and he jerks the second load straight into her open mouth. When she can still talk she grins around the taste and says, 'Contract's yours.'