Vanessa moves between them like she’s done it before. Two men. One on either side. Her mouth open for the first, her hand already reaching for the second. She sucks slow, wet sounds filling the room, then pulls off just enough to glance up. No apology in her eyes. Just hunger. She turns, knees still on the bed, and offers her ass to the one behind her. He spreads her cheeks, presses a finger in first, then two, working her open while she keeps sucking the other cock like she can’t get enough. When he replaces his fingers with his dick, she moans around the one in her mouth. Every thrust pushes her forward. Every push makes her take more. They switch. She tastes herself on him now, tongue working without hesitation. The second man’s hands grip her hips as he drives deeper, stretching her in ways she clearly wants. No sweet talk. Just the slap of skin, the sound of her breathing through her nose while she keeps him down her throat. When the one behind her finishes, he stays buried. She feels it flood her, thick and hot, leaking when he finally pulls out. The other man takes his place right after. Same hole. Same rhythm. She stays on her elbows, ass up, mouth open again for whoever’s left. The room smells like sweat and sex. Her hair sticks to her face. She doesn’t wipe it away. She just opens wider and takes what’s given.
Vanessa moves between them like she’s done it before. Two men. One on either side. Her mouth open for the first, her hand already reaching for the second. She sucks slow, wet sounds filling the room, then pulls off just enough to glance up. No apology in her eyes. Just hunger. She turns, knees still on the bed, and offers her ass to the one behind her. He spreads her cheeks, presses a finger in first, then two, working her open while she keeps sucking the other cock like she can’t get enough. When he replaces his fingers with his dick, she moans around the one in her mouth. Every thrust pushes her forward. Every push makes her take more. They switch. She tastes herself on him now, tongue working without hesitation. The second man’s hands grip her hips as he drives deeper, stretching her in ways she clearly wants. No sweet talk. Just the slap of skin, the sound of her breathing through her nose while she keeps him down her throat. When the one behind her finishes, he stays buried. She feels it flood her, thick and hot, leaking when he finally pulls out. The other man takes his place right after. Same hole. Same rhythm. She stays on her elbows, ass up, mouth open again for whoever’s left. The room smells like sweat and sex. Her hair sticks to her face. She doesn’t wipe it away. She just opens wider and takes what’s given.