Cassidy Luxe - BBC Championship Season 2

Cassidy Luxe disappears beneath the mattress hunting for whatever vanished. She shoves her head deeper, twists, grinds—and suddenly the frame locks her tight. Ace Bigs steps in, catches her in the trap: head gone, bare ass cocked high like an open invitation. "Gonna try suction," he growls. He spits, lines up his thick black dick, and drives home. Slow at first, then harder—each thrust stretching her open, her pussy gripping every veined inch. The bed shudders; her groans echo from under the frame, wet and needy. Not unstuck yet, but she doesn’t care. She pushes back, greedy for the next slam. Then something gives. One last pull and she slides free, hair wild, lips already swollen. They scramble onto the sheets. She swallows half his cock in a single messy gulp, spit stringing from her chin to his shaft. They spin into sixty-nine—her mouth bobbing, his tongue flicking her clit—until she can’t wait any longer. She climbs aboard, sinks down, and rides him like the bed owes her money, heavy tits bouncing, ass slapping thighs. Minutes later she flips to her back, knees by her ears, and he drives in slow, deliberate strokes that bottom out on every stroke. He stays buried until he’s right at the edge, then yanks free, jerks once, twice, and paints her open mouth and flushed face with thick ropes of cum.