Sofie Reyez - BBC Championship - Season 2

Kaby flops down on the bed, fresh off the championship win, shoulders still buzzing. Sofie walks in smiling like she owns the place. "New hire here, physical therapy," she says while she lays her hands on him and starts kneading. "Everything’s riding my damn back," he grumbles—team rumors swirling, new gym construction turning into chaos, pressure like a fucking anvil. Then his phone lights up. Cory on the line. "Signed you as the star, baby. How you feeling?" The good news jolts through him and Sofie wastes zero time. "We celebrate this," she declares, shoving him flat and yanking his shorts down in one motion. Her lips wrap around his thick BBC and she sucks him loud, messy, hungry. Shirt gone. Shorts off next. She swings around, swings her wet pussy right over his face, and suddenly they’re tangled in a throbbing sixty-nine. She turns, climbs up, and drops down in reverse cowgirl—taking every inch, rolling her hips like she’s daring him to pop already. Before long she scoots around and rides regular cowgirl, tits bouncing, moaning loud as her pussy squeezes. Finally she slides on her back, legs spread. "Fill me up," she begs, and Kaby pounds her until he pumps his load deep inside. Next round they flip positions again—another round of her riding, his hands gripping her waist, her voice dripping with dirty encouragement. Missionary again, and she cries out, "Come all over my pussy." He slides free just in time to spatter thick streaks over her folds. Then he pulls his shorts back on, still catching his breath. "Practice is calling. Good work—and welcome to the fucking team." And he’s out.