Eva: Part 5

Eva slides down between them, knees braced on the bed. One cock is already slick from her mouth. She takes the other one too, lips stretching around it, throat opening slow. Her eyes water but she keeps going, deeper each pass, nose brushing skin. Two hands rest on her head, not forcing, just feeling the rhythm. She comes up for air, spit running down her chin, then goes back to whichever cock is closest, switching without pause. No words. Just the wet sounds and the feel of her tongue dragging over them both. She climbs on Christian, takes him inside, hips moving in slow circles. Jean stays behind, waiting. When she leans forward, he presses in too. She takes it inch by inch, breath caught in her throat. Once she's full she starts to move again, slower now, careful, every push sending a tremor through her legs. They find a pace together. She rocks between them, lost in the push and drag, sweat sliding down her back. Nothing rushed. Just heat, breath, and the way her body opens for both of them.