Charley Chase

Charley Chase is back on her knees, finally. And we wasted zero time getting her there. You’d think after a year we’d have our heads on straight, but who knows what the fuck we were thinking. The girl stepped in front of the lens looking even better than we remembered—pierced nipples, tan skin, tits soft as sin, and an attitude that says she doesn’t care if mascara’s sliding down her cheeks or fake lashes are dangling while she chokes herself on cock. She grabs the dick, drops her jaw, and takes it to the hilt in one greedy slide. The way she gags wet and loud, strings of spit flying, you know every inch of that throat has had the hard treatment. If any gap’s left untouched, I’d like to see it, but you couldn’t slip a finger in there without tripping over our load.