Sheena Ryder in BBC Bully

Jonathon Jordan drops onto the couch next to Cory Chase, wearing that expression guys get when trouble's already begun. "Your step-son keeps pushing mine," he tells her, hands tense. She barely lets him finish before she calls Sheena Ryder in from the kitchen. Sheena strolls in purple romper clinging to every curve and hears the plan—her body traded to stop a fight. Cory leaves grinning. The second the door shuts, Sheena straddles Jonathon, fishes that black dick from his shorts, and swallows half of it in one greedy gulp. Spit runs down the shaft as she pumps her lips; the wet, throaty sounds fill the room. Bored with just her mouth, she pops the romper open and smothers his cock between sweaty tits, jerking the thick head between them until it glimmers. Hard and throbbing, Jonathon tosses her on her back and drives straight into wet pussy, hips snapping, skin slapping. He rearranges guts, balls bouncing against her ass every thrust. Sheena doesn’t stay still; she climbs on, plants both feet, and rides him cowgirl—ass cheeks rippling each time she drops. She leans back, showing pink pussy stretched around dark meat, then leans forward and twerks her hips till he groans. Next scene shift—she leads him to the bedroom like a bitch in heat, scrambling onto all fours. Jonathon gives a loud spank before stuffing the same hole again, doggy. But the real fun starts when he aims higher, forces the swollen head past that tight rim and buries inch after inch in Sheena's ass. She yelps into the pillow; muscle fights every slam, veins popping. They roll to missionary on the edge of the bed. Jonathon's got his hand around her throat, choking her while eight inches batter her guts; eyes watering, mouth open, soundless moans vibrate against his palm. He switches holes fluidly, pussy to ass, lubed by slime and sweat. Every deep stroke coats his cock in sticky white cream. Cory walks in naked just in time to watch. She grabs a front row seat, fingers playing with her own pussy as Jonathon drills the crap out of Sheena. The bedframe groans in protest. Reverse cowgirl switch next—Sheena's round butt cheeks jack up and down that entire length, fingers spread to show the hole glisten and gape. When her legs give out she rolls onto her side, keeping Jonathon buried in both holes back and forth: pussy clench, then ass clench. The final blow arrives with Sheena flat on her back, head hanging off the mattress. Jonathon strokes over swollen lips until hot ropes stripe her face—globs paint her lips, one shot in the hair. She's spent, glistening, cheeks flushed while cum drips from her jaw onto the sheets. Then Cory leans in the doorway, towels over an arm, voice casual: "Snacks are ready whenever y'all can walk."