Layla Rides Codey

Layla slides down onto Codey like she owns every inch. That fat cock stretches her right open and she takes it deep, slow at first, then hips start snapping. She grinds when she wants to feel it drag over that perfect spot inside, bounces when she wants to get wrecked. Codey grips her ass and pulls her down harder, meeting every drop. Sweat on her skin, wet sounds filling the room, both of them breathing through clenched teeth. Layla smirks down at him between moans, dirty little spark in her eyes, riding like she’s getting paid for it. And fuck, she might as well be—she’s milking every second out of that dick like it’s hers for the night.