Conservative Girl Tries Double Penetration and Screams

Chloe presses into Mick first. Her shirt is open but still tucked in at the back. She keeps the blush on her face, says something about the article, and then closes her eyes when his mouth finds her neck. Xander stands behind her, palms sliding up her ribs, lifting the fabric off her skin. 2016. Blonde hair sticks to her mouth. The couch is low; they sink onto it together, the three of them. Mick’s fingers work the button on her slacks while Xander cups her jaw, guides her face to his. She makes a small noise that catches in her throat. Age gap, older hands, younger hips. Her slacks hit the floor. Two sets of palms part her knees. One mouth on her left breast, one on her right. Breaths that slow and hitch. They ease her onto Mick’s lap, facing out. His cock pushes past the thin cotton of her panties, finds the wet strip and slides through it. She shivers, lifts, lowers again. Xander is already behind her. He rubs his palm between her cheeks, warms her up, eases a thumb along the line of spit he leaves. Mick stays still beneath her, lets her settle onto the full length. She breathes through it, fingers digging into his shoulders. Xander waits until she nods, then presses forward too, slow, careful, the stretch deep enough to pull a gasp from her. She stays there, impaled on both, rocking in tiny movements. Sweat between her shoulder blades. Hands holding her hips steady. They set the rhythm, long and steady, building heat without rush. When she opens her mouth again it’s only for the head of one cock sliding across her tongue, tasting salt, swallowing as the other thrusts deeper inside. She holds the come on her lip for a moment before letting it slide in.