
Cory Chase waves Will Tile onto the beige leather couch with a grin. "What's up? Everything good with the boys?" he asks. "They're great. I'm the one feeling lonely, so I called you over," she purrs. Her white floral dress hides nothing: no panties, big tits already spilling free as she spreads her legs wide and strokes her clit. One hand reaches for Will's crotch, yanking his belt open and freeing his cock. She swallows the thick head and bobs fast, jerking the shaft in rhythm. A few minutes later she's straddling him, dress bunched at her waist, heels still on, riding the full length in eager bounces. Will stands, lifting her, bouncing her onto his cock like she's weightless. Back on the couch he feasts on her pussy, then drives back inside missionary style. "No strings, right?" she reminds him, catching her breath. "None," he laughs, thrusting harder. She peels the dress off completely. Reverse cowgirl now, tits bouncing, ass clapping. They finish standing, bodies pressed together, until he fills her. A quick kiss goodbye and Cory winks, "Call me whenever." Next afternoon Cory sprawls on her bed in red lace and thigh-highs, legs open. Will strolls in naked, lies down, and she climbs over him to throat his cock again. Panties gone, bra staying on, she turns doggy and he hammers her from behind. Rolling to her side, she takes every inch until she mounts him reverse-cowgirl once more. When he flips her back into missionary, the finish comes fast and deep. They watch thick cream spill from her pussy. "Love that there are no strings," he says, and they both laugh.
Cory Chase waves Will Tile onto the beige leather couch with a grin. "What's up? Everything good with the boys?" he asks. "They're great. I'm the one feeling lonely, so I called you over," she purrs. Her white floral dress hides nothing: no panties, big tits already spilling free as she spreads her legs wide and strokes her clit. One hand reaches for Will's crotch, yanking his belt open and freeing his cock. She swallows the thick head and bobs fast, jerking the shaft in rhythm. A few minutes later she's straddling him, dress bunched at her waist, heels still on, riding the full length in eager bounces. Will stands, lifting her, bouncing her onto his cock like she's weightless. Back on the couch he feasts on her pussy, then drives back inside missionary style. "No strings, right?" she reminds him, catching her breath. "None," he laughs, thrusting harder. She peels the dress off completely. Reverse cowgirl now, tits bouncing, ass clapping. They finish standing, bodies pressed together, until he fills her. A quick kiss goodbye and Cory winks, "Call me whenever." Next afternoon Cory sprawls on her bed in red lace and thigh-highs, legs open. Will strolls in naked, lies down, and she climbs over him to throat his cock again. Panties gone, bra staying on, she turns doggy and he hammers her from behind. Rolling to her side, she takes every inch until she mounts him reverse-cowgirl once more. When he flips her back into missionary, the finish comes fast and deep. They watch thick cream spill from her pussy. "Love that there are no strings," he says, and they both laugh.