[Brazzers] Ryan Reid – Poking Glory

Courtney opened the door right on time, smiling. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Courtney.” He stepped inside. She was already in a short robe, clearly ready. Payment talk was quick—she told him he had full rein for what she was paying. Then she handed him her phone and told him to politely fuck off while she made a call, but the tension in the room was already thick. The moment the call ended she dropped the robe. Her body was tight and toned from yoga, inner thighs still a little sore. He ran his hands over her, then pushed her onto the bed. Courtney moaned the second his thick cock pressed against her entrance. “Oh my god… it’s so fucking tight.” He sank into her slowly, stretching her open. She gasped and dug her nails into his back. “I knew you were tight… so fucking tight.” He fucked her deep and hard, switching from missionary to doggy so he could watch her ass bounce. Oil was poured down her back and between her cheeks; he used it to slide even deeper. Courtney came hard, shaking and squirting a little while begging him not to stop. “Use that fucking pussy… stretch me out… just like that.” He pulled her on top and let her ride, then flipped her again and pounded her until she was a trembling mess. Near the end he pulled out, stroked himself, and painted her face with thick ropes of cum. Courtney stayed on her back, tongue out, completely satisfied. A few minutes later her husband walked in, saw the mess on her face, and raised an eyebrow. “Baby, what the fuck is that on your face?” “I changed my moisturizer,” she said with a straight face. “Something he recommended. It works better.” The guy just smirked. “She’s not tired anymore, bro.”

Gypsy was in pure panic. The big dildo she had been riding had gotten stuck deep inside her pussy and she couldn’t get it out. She was on the floor, legs spread, calling for help. “Help! I’m falling! There’s a dildo stuck in me!” Two paramedics burst in moments later. They checked her over, joking about using the defibrillator, then carefully turned her and finally managed to ease the toy out. The moment it was free Gypsy was still panting and soaking wet. “I’m still so horny…” The two men exchanged a look. One of them knelt between her legs and started licking her swollen, messy pussy while the other freed his cock and guided it to her mouth. Gypsy moaned around the shaft and sucked eagerly, still high from the earlier stimulation. They moved her to the couch. One lay down and pulled her on top so she could sink onto his thick cock. She rode him hard while the second man stood in front of her and fucked her throat. Spit ran down her chin as she took both of them. They switched positions—doggy so one could pound her from behind while she sucked the other, then side-by-side so both could use her at once. Gypsy came hard more than once, shaking and dripping. Near the end both men pulled out. She dropped to her knees between them, stroking fast and sticking her tongue out. “You want us both to finish all over you?” They groaned and painted her face, tits, and open mouth with thick ropes of cum. Gypsy stayed on her knees, licking her lips, completely wrecked and satisfied. “We got you, miss,” one of them said with a grin. “Got me?” she answered, still breathless.

She thought it was her cheating boyfriend’s car. With a friend helping, she had pulled her panties down for leverage and was writing all over the paint in big angry letters when the real owner walked up. “What the fuck are you doing to my car?” She froze, then started apologizing fast. “I thought this was my lying, cheating ex’s car. I’m so sorry.” He was pissed about the damage, but the way she looked at him changed everything. She bit her lip, admitted he was sexy as fuck, and offered a better way to “pay” for the trouble. Ten minutes later they were inside his place. Clothes hit the floor the second the door closed. She dropped to her knees, yanked his cock out, and sucked him deep and messy, looking up with pure revenge in her eyes. “I’m gonna work on this,” she muttered between strokes. “Gotta get back at my cheating fucking boyfriend.” He pulled her up, bent her over the couch, and slammed into her soaked pussy in one hard thrust. She cried out and pushed back immediately. “Use me. Abuse that pussy. I found someone richer with a bigger dick than him.” He fucked her hard and deep, gripping her hips, then flipped her onto her back and folded her legs high. She came loud, nails digging into his arms, still talking shit about her ex the whole time. They moved to the bed. She rode him reverse so he could watch her ass bounce, then got on all fours again while he pounded her from behind. Near the end she dropped to her knees one more time, stroked him fast, and opened her mouth. “Come all over my fucking face. Leave me covered in it.” He groaned and painted her cheeks, lips, and tongue with thick ropes of cum. She kept her eyes open, smiling through the mess, then looked at her phone camera. “Babe… I just wanted to let you know I’ll always cheat better than you ever could. Bye.”

Elly Clutch doesn’t want Victor Ray’s cum; she fucking CRAVES it! Hungrily munching on her pussy is step one. Victor’s cock n’ balls swell inside Elly’s mouth and throat, coaxing a TORRENT of cum to coat her body. Already off to a great start! Victor slips his hog into her enthused pussy as she rubs the sticky cum rivulets into her skin. Bouncing on his dick, sliding it in doggie and unleashing a veritable JIZZ FOUNTAIN with a hot thigh n’ foot job, (ever seen one of those?)Elly succeeds in her nut-retrieving mission. Amazingly, Victor has a little more in the tank and delicately places his pop on an unsullied section of her face. By suck or by fuck - she got it!

Danny D is a gardener with a hard-on for his sexy client, Reina O'Hara. He sneakily spies on her through the window when he should be busy getting the work done; does he have no respect for her poor husband? Reina isn’t helping the situation either; she chose that exact time to do her yoga routine. How can Danny not stare with all the bending and stretching going on? Later, poolside is where Reina and Danny REALLY get acquainted.

Sarah stood in front of the mirror, carefully applying her lipstick while her boyfriend watched from the bed. They were supposed to be getting ready for the party, matching outfits and all, but the way her blouse hung open and the way she kept glancing at him made it clear neither of them was in a hurry. “You’re looking good,” he said. “You’re looking good too,” she answered, smiling. “Think I should go like this? Shirt open?” He told her he liked it. She stepped closer, lipstick still in hand, and started teasing him—leaning in, brushing her lips near his, then pulling back just enough to make him chase. “Am I distracting you?” she asked. When he said she could try, she dropped to her knees right there and freed his already hardening cock. She took him into her mouth slowly at first, careful with the fresh lipstick, then deeper, spit starting to shine on the shaft. He groaned and rested a hand in her hair while she sucked him with growing hunger. When she finally pulled off, a string of saliva connected her lips to the head. He pulled her up, bent her over the vanity, and pushed two fingers into her already wet pussy. “How many do you think you can take?” he asked. She moaned and told him to go for three. He stretched her open while she gripped the edge of the counter, makeup forgotten. Then he replaced his fingers with his thick cock and fucked her hard from behind, the wet sound of their bodies filling the bathroom. After a while he pulled out, spit on her tight asshole, and slowly pushed inside. Sarah cried out at the stretch but pushed back for more. “Now that you’ve fucked me in the ass I just want more and more of it,” she gasped. He gave it to her—deep, steady strokes while one hand reached around to rub her clit. She came hard around him, shaking and dripping. They switched positions again: her on her back on the bed with legs spread wide, then riding him so her tits bounced in his face, makeup completely ruined. Near the end he flipped her over once more and pounded her until he pulled out and painted her stomach and the underside of her tits with thick ropes of cum. Afterwards they lay there breathing hard, her lipstick smeared, his shirt wrinkled. “We’re definitely going to be late,” she laughed. “Good,” he answered. “I don’t want to be the first ones at the party anyway.” They never made it out the door that night.

Lily had been pushing her husband all week. Every night she tried to provoke him—walking around half-naked, begging to be disciplined, calling herself a bad wife who needed a lesson. He finally snapped, told her to stop the nonsense, and left the house. “He won’t give me what I want,” she muttered once the door closed. “I’m gonna find somebody who will.” She found him at a quiet bar. Tall, confident, the kind of man who didn’t ask twice. When she told him she had been a bad wife and needed to be taught a lesson, he simply nodded, paid the bill, and took her to a nearby hotel. The second the door locked he ordered her to strip. “I thought I told you no fucking panties.” She apologized; he shut her up with a firm hand on her throat. “You don’t speak unless I tell you to speak.” He bent her over the bed and spanked her bare ass hard until both cheeks burned red. Then he dropped his pants and pushed his thick cock between her lips. “Open. You’re going to learn how to use that mouth properly.” She sucked him deep and messy, spit running down her chin while he held her hair and fucked her throat. When he pulled her up he bent her over again and slammed into her tight, dripping pussy in one hard thrust. Lily cried out at the sudden stretch. He fucked her without mercy—long, deep strokes that hit her G-spot every time, one hand gripping her hip, the other occasionally landing another sharp slap on her ass. “That’s it… take it like the bad wife you are.” He flipped her onto her back, pushed her legs high and pounded even deeper. She came hard around his cock, shaking and moaning, but he didn’t stop. He kept using her through the orgasm, then pulled out, stroked himself and painted her stomach and tits with thick ropes of cum. Afterwards he made her clean him with her tongue. “You’re going to be a good wife now?” “Yes,” she whispered, still breathless. “I’ll always be a good wife.” When she got home her husband was already there. She smiled sweetly, kissed his cheek and apologized for her “little phase.” “I’m all sorted now,” she said. “Go rest. I’ll make you your favorite snack.” He had no idea what had just turned his wife into the perfect, obedient woman again.