DP Distraction

Avi stretches out on the hotel bed. Sunlight catches the dark hair between her thighs. Markus kneels behind her, fingers spreading her open, his cock already slick. She pushes back, taking him inch by inch until her bush presses against his skin. Mick stands at the head of the bed, cock heavy in his hand. Avi leans forward, mouth stretching around him, throat working in slow pulls that make his hips twitch. Markus grips her waist, thrusts deeper. The stretch pulls a low sound from her. Mick pulls out, lets her breathe, then slides back in until her nose brushes his stomach. Her lips stay wet, saliva trailing down her chin. They trade places without a word. She climbs onto Mick, sinks down until he’s buried, rocking her hips in small circles. Markus moves in behind, presses the head of his cock against the same hole, easing in beside Mick until both men fill her. Avi’s breath catches, her thighs shaking. She stays there a moment, adjusting, then starts to ride them both in a steady grind. Markus pulls her back against his chest, one hand between her legs, thumb circling her clit while they thrust up into her. She leans forward again, taking Mick into her mouth once more, tasting herself on him. The rhythm stays unhurried, each stroke deliberate. Markus groans, hips snapping harder. Mick’s hand knots in her hair. Avi keeps going, body caught between them, breath ragged, until they finish inside her, heat spreading deep.