Influence: Vanna Bardot - Part 3

Vanna leans in close, breath warm on skin, and takes Alex between her lips like she’s been waiting all day. Slow at first, deliberate. She runs her tongue under the head, then sinks lower, cheeks hollowed, spit coating every inch she can reach. Dante steps in behind her, hands on her ass. Two fingers slide in easy, working her open while she keeps sucking. The rhythm builds, steady, wet. She moans around Alex, and the sound vibrates down his cock. Dante pulls his fingers out and pushes in. She takes it without missing a beat, mouth still full, hips rocking back to meet every thrust. Then she pulls off Alex, turns, and takes him in her mouth instead. The taste is sharp, clean, his cock slick from her own ass. She swallows him deep, throat tight, eyes half-lidded. Alex moves in and fingers her now, thumb pressed against her clit while Dante fucks her slow. It stays unhurried, every motion drawn out, every sound wet and close. Vanna switches again, mouth swapping one cock for the other, spit and pre-cum running down her chin. The pace never breaks. She stays between them, ass to mouth, mouth to ass, until both men are close. She keeps her tongue out, open, waiting. They finish across it, thick and warm. She swallows what she can, lets the rest drip down her chin, then licks her lips clean like she’s tasting something rare. The room stays quiet except for the sound of three people catching their breath. Vanna stays on her knees, eyes half-closed, mouth still wet.