Cory Chase - Big Bully - Vol 4

Cory Chase pats the couch. 'Sit your ass down.' Will drops beside her. 'You called?' 'Boys are good, I'm just fucking horny. And you look like you can fix that.' Dress already pulled up—she's bare underneath. Tits tumble out. Fingers dip straight to her clit while her other hand palms the lump in his jeans. Belt clicks open. Jeans hit the floor. She wraps both fists around the thick shaft and slides him straight to the back of her throat, sloppy and loud. A few wet strokes later she climbs up, straddles his lap, dress bunched around her waist, heels still on. She sinks onto that BBC, riding hard. He bounces her deep. Grabs her under the thighs, stands her up like she weighs nothing, keeps plowing her mid-air. Couch again, missionary—legs spread, pussy stretched wide. 'No strings, right?' 'Damn right.' Dress finally gone, she flips to reverse, ass rippling while she fucks back on him. Stands, bends, takes it on her feet. Finished, she plants a sticky kiss on his mouth. 'Ring me when you need round two.' She is draped across red lace when he walks in again—thigh-highs, soaked panties. Naked Will lays back. Cory swallows him whole, gagging until her spit runs down his balls. Panties tossed, bra off, he rails her from behind, her tits swing heavy. Sideways now, she clamps him inside, then mounts reverse-cowgirl and licks her cream off every inch. Back to missionary, steady hammering. She spins back on top, cowgirl, grinding until he grunts and unloads deep. Thick white leaks out slow. 'Fuck, I love this arrangement,' he breathes.