Corra Cox

Corra Cox often has something long and hard on the brain, which is how she got the name. “I love giving head, so…” Blowjobs are as common as chewing gum in the world of porno, but Corra’s got a different kind of dedication to the art. “It can’t be too thick because if it’s too thick, obviously it's not going to go down my air hole,” she explained, describing her current limitations. “I haven’t stretched it enough to do that.” Corra’s only been in the business for about 6 months, though, and she’s training for the big leagues.

“I can leave ‘em out?” she asked after showing me her tits. “Cool. Good.” Topless, Corra told me about her hobbies, her first professional scenes, and her lifelong interest in in smut. “I’ve been watching porn since hormones, I guess.” She took her panties off a few minutes later, exposing a neatly trimmed bush and lovely cooter, and told me some crazy sex stories. “I’m not 100% sure I can say this or how offensive this will be,” she began, “but in two separate churches with my boyfriend, his dad used to be a preacher…”

It’s hard for me to hear those stories without wanting to experience some new ones, so I asked Corra to unwrap the gift I’d brought her. “Yay!” she squealed upon unwrapping the sausage. “I love the present!” It wasn’t like when your grandma gives you socks because I could tell she really meant it. Beautiful blue eyes staring into my own, she tested the limits of her throat with a giggle and a gasp, a slurp and a glurp.

We moved to the couch and I asked Corra to take a seat. “Don’t mind if I do,” she said, climbing onto my cock with a little moan before getting a whole lot louder. The couch creaked as Corra bounced, and then she spun around to ride me backwards. All oh faces and oh yeahs, she slammed her body down on my pole. “Your cock is so deep in me!”

I stood her up to see just how much deeper I could go. Bent over with her arms back, Corra smiled big and squealed as our bodies smacked together. She legit went cross-eyed from the banging, singing, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, shit!” Corra shook her ass on my dick, I jiggled her tits, and she said, “Thank you, Porn Dude!”

We’d made Corra pussy nice and creamy, which she’s read up on. “It just means I really like it basically.” I certainly was, too, and that fresh vaginal cream provided excellent lubrication for the ensuing doggystyle sequence. “I love backstrokes,” she moaned, so I gave her more. “You’re gonna make me cum! I’m cumming!” she squealed, followed by a scream that my neighbors 100% heard.

“I’m excited for this one,” Corra said, giddy as she flipped over for piledriver and let out the biggest squeal when I slipped it in. “I can feel you in my stomach!” The girl was getting louder and louder as she enjoyed herself, and I’m sure the whole neighborhood heard when I started rubbing her clit. “Oh god, I’m cumming!”

Corra got on her back next, her pussy gripping my cock like it didn’t want me to ever leave. “It doesn’t!” She begged me to pull her hair, looking into my eyes as I nailed her. “Oh, Porn Dude, this is so good!” I went slow and deep, making her cry out with every thrust.

“I want you to cum all over my titties,” she pleaded. “I wanna be glistening in your cum.” I kept fucking her while she begged me to choke her and paint her like Picasso. “You’re gonna make me cum again. You want me to cum all over this fat cock?” Corra did, and then I did, too, giving her just what she asked for. Cum-drenched and happy, she shared a few final words for the fans. “I will work my way up until I am a bottomless pit!”