Long Con Part 3

Agatha and Eve are in the thick of it. They trade hot glances before anyone else moves. Agatha sinks down, takes a cock in her mouth, and Eve follows right behind. A wet rhythm starts up—lips sliding, tongues working, breath held and let go. Hands settle on hips and pull them closer. One of the men leans back to watch, then leans in again to taste. Mouth meets cunt, mouth meets cock, sixty-nine heat spreading through the room. Alberto and Christian trade places without missing a beat, sliding into warmth already slick from mouths and fingers. Eve arches as a tongue finds her ass, then moans when a different cock replaces it, mouth opening again to clean the length that just left her. Agatha rides a slow thrust, back curved, eyes half-shut. Tits sway with each stroke. Stanley and Alex keep them moving, a steady pace that drags on purpose. Eve takes another cock straight from her ass to her mouth, lips stretched, spit shining. Agatha pushes back to feel every inch, clit grinding down on waiting fingers. Nothing hurried. Just heat building, bodies trading places, one orgasm rolling into the next until the room smells like sweat and come.