Double Penetration At Work

Adria leans back in her chair. The lobby sits empty, rain clicking the windows. She watches the clock the way other people watch the door. Jean steps through it first. His tie hangs loose. Mick follows, wet at the shoulders. They move like two men who already know where this is going. Adria’s blouse is open two buttons before either one speaks. She meets them behind the desk. Jean’s hands catch her waist. Mick’s palm slides under her skirt, fingers finding heat. Her head tips back against Mick’s chest while Jean’s mouth works down her throat. She drops to her knees on the carpet. One cock in each hand, warm and heavy. She takes Jean first, lips stretching slow, tongue flat. Saliva drips down her chin. Mick waits, thumb tracing her jaw. When she switches, she keeps her grip tight on Jean, stroking him in time with the rhythm in her throat. Jean turns her. Palms flat on the marble, skirt hiked. He fucks her deep from behind, steady strokes that push her onto Mick’s cock. Her mouth is full again. Spit strings stretch when she gasps. Mick’s hand finds her hair, guiding. They shift her between them. Jean slips out slick. Mick slides in from the front. Jean waits, then presses forward too. Two thick cocks stretch her at once. Her breath breaks. Sweat gathers at the small of her back. The desk rattles each time they move. Jean pulls her upright, her back against his chest. Mick stays buried. Together they rock her between them, pace measured. Every thrust drags a low sound from her throat. She comes first, legs shaking. They keep going until they finish inside her, one after the other, heat pulsing deep. Cum leaks down her thigh as she straightens her skirt. Jean straightens his tie. Mick reaches for the keys on the desk. The rain keeps falling. The lobby stays empty.