Aaliyah Love Takes Corbin Dallas to the Bank and Breaks Him

She’s already made up her mind. Corbin’s out. The heist money’s all hers, and she’s not sharing a single bill. He begs, but Aaliyah just laughs and bends him over. She smacks his ass raw, calls him useless, spits on his cock and tells him it’s tiny. He stays hard anyway. She yanks him onto the bed, plants her ass on his face, and grinds until he can’t breathe. When she finally lifts off, his mouth is wet and he’s gasping. She teases his cock with her pussy, lets it slide against her lips, never lets it slip inside. Instead she clips clothespins down his chest, each pinch making him twitch. Then she straps on the biggest cock she owns and slams it straight into his stretched hole. Every thrust pops another clothespin free. She keeps driving, deeper, harder, until his ass is gaping. She pulls out, works four fingers in, then her whole fist. Corbin whimpers while she turns him into her own fuck puppet, wrist-deep and grinning. She climbs onto his face next, rides his tongue until she comes, thighs shaking. After she catches her breath she plants both feet on his stomach and tells him he can shoot. He sprays all over her soles; she makes him lick every drop clean. When he’s done she shoves him toward the door and keeps the cash. Door slams. She’s alone with the money and zero remorse.