Abigail Part 3

She lands on the soft floor of the private room, hair loose across her eyes. The man with the money watches her leave with a satisfied smirk, and the throb between her legs refuses to quit. Every step toward the club floor sends a wet pulse through her. She spots the broad-shouldered client nursing a drink and makes straight for him. Close enough, she leans in and lets her breath hit his ear. He follows without asking why. Down the hall the door clicks shut behind them, but the quiet does not last. Another heavy figure steps in from the back exit. Neither man hesitates once her dress hits the carpet. One cock slides deep past her lips while the other presses between her cheeks. She works the first down her throat in steady pulls, spit trailing. The second man sinks into her from behind, hips rolling slow until he bottoms out. The rhythm builds, her body taking every inch they feed her. When the first man pulls free she chases him with an open mouth, swallowing every spurt until it runs down her chin. Still stuffed from behind she shifts forward on her knees so the second man can push in deeper, angle sharpening. He withdraws slick, slaps her ass once, then drives straight back into her soaked pussy while the first slides under her and fills the space he left. They hold her steady between them, moving in short, measured strokes until both men swell and spill at once, leaving her dripping down her thighs and still hungry.