Rae West in BBC Championship Season First Job

Dre struts into the gym and clocks Rae right away. 'You must be Rae West!' he says, all charm and cockiness. She grins and introduces herself as the new trainer. He leads her through the place like he owns it, pausing at some random bench. 'We actually banged Cory right here,' he throws out like it’s nothing. Rae’s eyes go wide. 'The owner’s wife?' Dre just shrugs, smug as hell. 'She needed us to win the championship.' Rae steps closer. 'I can motivate just as good as she did.' Dre’s shorts hit the floor before she finishes the sentence. That huge dick springs free and Rae drops to her knees. She works it like she’s been waiting all day—wet, sloppy, getting it nice and shiny. Dre peels her shirt off so she’s topless. He sets her up doggy style and slams into her from behind. Her ass bounces, every thrust slapping loud and wet. Soon she flips to her back and spreads wide while he keeps pounding, balls deep in tight, pink heat. He pulls her up, has her grip the rack while he drives in standing doggy. Every stroke stretches her open. When he’s ready, Rae drops to her knees again, mouth open. She sucks like she’s starving, takes that heavy load straight down her throat. Later they slip into the house, buck naked. Dre drops on the dark blue couch, legs spread. Rae crawls between them and starts bobbing again, throat stretching around him like a glove. When she’s dripping, she swings a leg over, sinks down cowgirl style and starts rolling her hips, all slow and greedy. She spins to reverse cowgirl, showing him everything as she rides, tits bouncing with every smack of her ass on his thighs. Dre flips her onto her back next, shoves in deep again, missionary and relentless. Then he pulls out just long enough to bury his face in her pussy, tongue flicking her clit until her legs shake. Back inside, balls slapping, he pounds until he’s busting. Rae leans up, takes it all—thick spurts landing across her tongue, lips, cheeks. Cum paints her face while she smiles with that messy smile. 'Well… did I make the team?' she asks, mouth still coated. Dre wipes his finger over her chin, sucks it clean. 'Yeah,' he grins, 'you’re in.'