Drama Queen Chanel Has Intense Make Up Sex With BF

Chanel Camryn found the proof on his phone. Her jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed as she let the screen drop from her hand. She pushed him back onto the bed, one knee planted between his thighs, skirt already hiked high. He reached for her waist; she slapped his hand away and yanked his cock free, hard and heavy against his stomach. She sank down on it in one smooth motion, mouth open, breath hissing through her teeth, and rode him with short, angry thrusts that slapped skin on skin. Isiah Maxwell grunted, fingers gripping her hips, but she set the pace, taking him deep each time, pussy slick and hot around his shaft. She leaned in, lips brushing his ear, then slid off and took him straight into her mouth, deepthroating in one slow glide until her nose brushed his skin. She held there, throat flexing, drool running down his balls. When she came up for air she jerked him with both hands, spit shining on every inch, then sank back down and swallowed him again. The brunette curls between her legs brushed his stomach each time she rocked her hips, thick and untamed. He thrust up harder now, and she met him, pace turning frantic. He warned her, voice low, but she stayed seated, eyes locked on his, taking every pulse until his cum filled her mouth. She swallowed it all, lips glistening, and pulled off with a wet pop that left a thin string of spit hanging from her chin.