Awards Night

Emily stands in the dim hotel suite still holding the trophy. Her black dress clings to her thighs and her skin is warm from the night. Michael and Mick are already out of their jackets, shirt collars open. She meets Michael’s eyes, puts the award on the table, and drops to her knees. Her mouth opens for his cock, takes it deep, tongue pressed flat. She pulls off wet, turns, and takes Mick the same way, spit sliding down her chin. Michael steps behind her, lifts the dress, and works his thumb over her asshole, spreading her open. He presses in, slow, then deeper, every push pulling a low sound from her throat. She keeps Mick’s cock in her mouth, throat flexing around him. Michael pulls out, brings his length to her lips, and she cleans him with her tongue. Mick takes the open space, slides straight into her ass. Emily stays on all fours, letting them trade places, ass to mouth, until the taste of both men coats her tongue. Mick finishes first, pulls out and spills across her lips. Michael follows, pushing back between her teeth so she swallows what’s left. She stays there, breathing hard, trophy glinting on the table beside her.