Mocha Menage vs Cody Carter

Mocha Menage’s already got Cody sweating. The man came in with martial arts training, but his discipline cracked the moment she started grinding. He shoots too early. Now she runs the match. Her hips slam him down, her thighs pin him, her heels dig into his ribs while she rides. Cody’s on his back, cock still twitching, and she doesn’t let him breathe. Every time he tries to reset she locks him in tighter—slick heat swallowing him, ass bouncing, toes curling against his throat. He keeps losing control. She keeps taking it back. Mocha Menage doesn’t just win. She drains him.