Charley Chase
Capri Anderson and Charley Chase Munch The Carpet
Superstar Lesbian Dyke-Fest
Point of View Times Two
Charlie pressed his body flush against her bare back, guiding his thick cock between her cheeks until the swollen head nudged her soaked folds. She arched instinctively, pressing back, and he slid inside with a single fluid thrust that made her gasp into the pillow. He didn't start slow. Each stroke came hard and measured, his hips snapping forward so the slap of skin filled the room. His hand slid between her legs, fingers slick from her arousal as he circled her clit in tight, steady strokes that matched the rhythm of his fucking. She clenched around him, thighs trembling. Charlie's breath hitched against her neck. His teeth grazed her shoulder, just sharp enough to mark. Sweat gathered at the small of his back as he drove deeper, the head of his cock dragging against the spot that made her moan louder each time. He reached up, fingers tangling in her hair, and pulled her head back so he could hear every broken sound that left her mouth. Her cunt fluttered around him, dripping down his shaft, and he groaned low, the sound rough and raw. He didn't let up—pushing her harder into the mattress, fucking her open until her legs gave out and she came shaking beneath him, pulsing hard around every inch.
Charlie pressed his body flush against her bare back, guiding his thick cock between her cheeks until the swollen head nudged her soaked folds. She arched instinctively, pressing back, and he slid inside with a single fluid thrust that made her gasp into the pillow. He didn't start slow. Each stroke came hard and measured, his hips snapping forward so the slap of skin filled the room. His hand slid between her legs, fingers slick from her arousal as he circled her clit in tight, steady strokes that matched the rhythm of his fucking. She clenched around him, thighs trembling. Charlie's breath hitched against her neck. His teeth grazed her shoulder, just sharp enough to mark. Sweat gathered at the small of his back as he drove deeper, the head of his cock dragging against the spot that made her moan louder each time. He reached up, fingers tangling in her hair, and pulled her head back so he could hear every broken sound that left her mouth. Her cunt fluttered around him, dripping down his shaft, and he groaned low, the sound rough and raw. He didn't let up—pushing her harder into the mattress, fucking her open until her legs gave out and she came shaking beneath him, pulsing hard around every inch.