His Ass is Mine #02 - MILF Edition, Scene #03

Cherie DeVille rides in like the filthy blonde she is. Chains bite at her big tits. Fishnets cut deep into that thick ass and somewhere between the straps hangs a cock nobody belongs wearing—twelve inches of mean silicone, stretched taut and bobbing. She's already barking orders. Chad kneels, small, naked, already half-hard in shame. She spits in his face, slaps his cheek with the flat of her palm and the wet of her tongue, fastens the collar, jams a ball-gag between his teeth until the leather creaks. His head hits the mattress. Her ass drops. Rimming tongue-fucks loud enough for the camera. She jerks his dick once—snorts at the size—and drives three thick fingers right up his ass, pumping until the boy’s legs shake. Then the toy follows. Cherie shoves the beast in hard; his voice breaks high, his own hand racing on his smaller shaft. She rips out and shoves it down his throat, ass-to-mouth, straight metal cold on teeth. He gags. She laughs. Back inside, she fucks him flat into the sheets, dog-style this time, hips snapping. When he moans like he might break she lets him climb on top, lets that lesser dick slide into her cunt—once, twice—and he blows on his own stomach. She drags him off, slams back in. His hole gapes around rubber the color of flesh. He comes again to the rhythm of her strokes, ropes landing hot on her outstretched tongue. Cherie leans in, spit-soaked, transfers every drop back into his open mouth. He swallows the filthy mix and she keeps drilling, deep, without mercy.