Cory Chase In The Beat Cops - Reverse Anal Gangbang

Amiee Cambridge leans toward the rest. 'What the hell is this about?' Captain Cory Chase walks in before they can answer. 'Captain Chase said to meet here with our pants on and our tits out.' Melanie Hicks pulls her shirt higher so the nipples show. Bree Brooks and Rae West stand next to them in identical get-ups. Cory’s eyes are already stripping them. 'Thank you, ladies. Got word of a local pervert, barely legal and trying to bang every step-mom in town.' She throws each woman a patrol vest. The four of them pile into the Charger and burn the tires on their way to my house. A squad door slams in my driveway and I step outside to find five bodies in blue blocking the path. Captain Chase lifts her chin at me. 'Word says you like step-mom pussy.' I scoff. 'What’s that got to do with you?' Amiee cuts in, voice hot. 'We’re here to teach you a lesson—and we’re not wasting a second. Lead us to the bedroom.' The door clicks behind us. Rae stretches across the mattress and Cory yanks her pants down. One by one the rest follow until five bare asses sit under crisp police vests. The sight nails my feet to the carpet. ' Officers, what are you—' 'We thought this was your room.' Amiee cuts me off. 'Who cares?' Cory steps forward, sizing up my jeans. 'You love MILFs. Figured you’d prefer all five of us, all mature, all wanting.' She points. 'Pull your cock out and lie down.' Bree drops first and slurps half my shaft in one swallow, then passes the spit-slick length. Five warm mouths later, Cory mounts in reverse cowgirl, using my slick tip to split her pussy, then again for her tight ass. She drops and grinds harder. 'Who’s next?' Rae climbs on, taking me to the hilt; Melanie follows, riding until her thighs shake; then Amiee. Cory peels my glistening shaft from her asshole straight into her throat. Bree sinks on the same rod, ass first. Bree flips missionary and I slam deep. Amiee takes the next stretch the same way. Rae gets doggy with a pussy that clenches hot around me. While I pound her, the train forms—Rae tonguing Bree, Bree tonguing Cory, Cory rimming Melanie, Melanie eating whoever’s closest until I swing into her missionary and stretch her wide. They line up side-by-side on knees. I circle the bed, stabbing their holes at random, filling each gap with short, wet slaps. Pulsing in Cory, I rip free at the last beat, spraying white ropes across five skin. Bree cups the spill in her mouth, tilts, and lets it fall into Cory’s open lips. They smile like they’ve scored. I stare at the mess on their chests, breathing heavy. 'Who did you come here for again?' Captain Chase licks a streak off her lip. 'Luke Longly.' A short laugh escapes me. 'Wrong twin, ladies. My name’s Brett.'