Cory Chase In Punishing My Son – Pegging

Cory Chase starts by locking her muscular boyfriend down—straps on his wrists, ankles, and a blindfold—before switching to a black fishnet bodysuit that hugs her athletic frame. The guy’s built like a stocky bouncer, with messy dark hair and tattoos crawling up his arms, but he’s completely at her mercy. She doesn’t waste time; the second he’s secured on the couch, she’s adjusting a remote-controlled vibe, teasing his leg before working it toward his cock. The blindfold’s in, and the way she leans in—black heels clicking against the floor—lets you know this isn’t just another tie-up. She pegs him slow at first, letting him feel every inch before picking up the pace, her hips snapping hard enough to make the couch creak. The straps keep him from moving, so all he can do is take it—no escape, no control. When she finally flips him onto his back, the angle lets you see the full length of her thrusting, the fishnet clinging to her thighs as she rides him like she owns the place. The whole thing’s shot tight, no wasted frames—just her, the straps, and the sound of him groaning through it. No talking, no buildup, just a guy getting punished by a woman who knows exactly how to make him pay.