Maitland Ward
Maitland already owns the room. She sits back while the two men wait for her to decide, legs spread, skirt hiked high. The taller one kneels first. His tongue finds her ass and works slow, wet circles until her breath catches. She pulls him up, sucks his balls one at a time, heavy and warm against her tongue. The second guy slides two fingers into her ass, knuckles deep, twisting until her hips lift off the couch. She tastes him right after, lips stretched around the same fingers, spit and lube mixing on her tongue. One cock pushes between her tits while the other stays buried in her ass, the pace unhurried, every stroke deliberate. She keeps control even when she’s full, eyes half-lidded, mouth open for whatever she wants next.
Maitland already owns the room. She sits back while the two men wait for her to decide, legs spread, skirt hiked high. The taller one kneels first. His tongue finds her ass and works slow, wet circles until her breath catches. She pulls him up, sucks his balls one at a time, heavy and warm against her tongue. The second guy slides two fingers into her ass, knuckles deep, twisting until her hips lift off the couch. She tastes him right after, lips stretched around the same fingers, spit and lube mixing on her tongue. One cock pushes between her tits while the other stays buried in her ass, the pace unhurried, every stroke deliberate. She keeps control even when she’s full, eyes half-lidded, mouth open for whatever she wants next.