Open To Anything

Gia Derza sits on the edge of the couch like she already belongs there. She listens to her friend’s story—about the older guy whose house she was watching, about what happened after the bottles were empty—and her thighs press together without her noticing. The details sink in. She can picture it. She wants it. No soft hands this time. No questions. When the men show up—Markus Dupree first, Mick Blue right after—they don’t ask twice. Gia’s mouth opens for Markus while Mick watches, one hand already on his belt. She takes him deep, spit sliding down his shaft, then switches without being told. The pace stays slow until it doesn’t. Markus pulls her on top, spreads her cheeks, and slides straight into her ass; she rides like she’s been waiting for that exact feeling. The camera stays close when Mick takes her mouth again, cock wet from her, pushing between her lips without pause. She keeps going, hair sticking to her face, pussy glistening above the trimmed bush. Later they flip her onto her knees, Mick fucking her ass while Markus claims her mouth, her tongue already tasting where he’s been. She never pulls away. Sweat rolls down her spine, the men switch places, and every time one of them leaves her ass it lands on her tongue, warm and slick. She takes it, eyes half-lidded, one hand braced on the cushion, hips rocking back like she needs both at once. The light in the room turns gold as they push her further, but she stays open, greedy, still moving when the pace slows to the heavy drag of one cock leaving her and the other sliding in.