Cory Chase - Big Bully - Vol 4

Cory Chase greets Will Tile with a saucy grin and jerks her head toward the couch like she owns it. 'Have a seat!' Will sits, clearly a little confused. 'Everything cool with our boys lately?' he asks. 'Perfectly fine,' Cory purrs. 'But mommy gets lonely. So get over here and keep me company.' She’s wearing nothing but a white floral dress—no panties—and before he can finish a sentence she flops back, thighs wide, showing her shaved pussy and tugging those big tits free of the neckline. One hand dips between her legs, rubbing slow circles; the other palms the lump in Will’s jeans. She unbuckles, yanks denim down, and dives mouth-first onto his thick cock. Her lips stretch around the shaft while both fists stroke the part she can’t swallow. Within a minute she swings a leg over his lap and sinks straight down in cowgirl, dress bunched around her ribs so her nipples and ass bounce for him. High heels planted on the cushions, she rides hard; Will plants his feet and pounds up to meet her. In the middle of a thrust he grabs her hips and stands, still buried deep, holding her in the air like she weighs nothing. When her toes finally touch the floor he sets her on the couch cushions again, drops to his knees, and eats her out with loud, wet smacks. Cory tugs his hair and reminds him, 'No strings attached, right?' He nods against her cunt. 'None,' he growls, then sinks right back inside her in missionary, pounding until the leather creaks. Eventually Cory peels the whole dress off and flips into reverse cowgirl; her big ass slaps his thighs on every drop. She sucks him clean one more time, legs still shaking, then they stand—him pistoning from behind while she braces on the armrest—until her knees buckle again. After he pulls out, Cory spins, kisses him squarely on the mouth, and breathes, 'Call whenever you need to unload.' 'Will do,' he smirks, already reaching for his phone.