Anal-Obsessed Hottie Gets DPed

Scarlett stands there with her full tits out and that thick bush between her legs already damp. She keeps the robe open, lets the fabric slide off one shoulder. Isiah watches from the couch, cock already tenting his pants. Milan sits next to him, quiet but interested. She steps closer, cups her heavy breasts, thumbs her nipples until they stiffen. No one speaks. She drops to her knees, tugs Milan’s zipper down first, takes him in her mouth, deep and slow, lips stretching around the shaft until her nose brushes his stomach. He groans, hips lifting. She pulls off, strings of spit connecting her mouth to his wet cock, then turns to Isiah and swallows him just as deep. Back and forth she goes, throat working, cheeks hollowing, spit sliding down both shafts. When they’re both rock hard and shiny, she stands, climbs onto Milan’s lap, sinks down onto his cock with a soft grunt. Isiah moves in behind her, spreads her ass, pushes into that tight hole with one steady thrust. She gasps, bites her lip, then rocks between them, taking both cocks at once. Her tits bounce with every thrust. Sweat gathers under her breasts. Milan’s thumb finds her clit, rubs in tight circles. Her breath comes shorter, voice cracking on every moan. The three of them move like they’ve done this before, no rush, just heat and pressure and the wet sound of skin on skin. When she starts to come, her whole body tightens, mouth open, eyes unfocused. They keep fucking her through it. Isiah pulls out first, strokes himself until he paints her tongue white. Milan follows, pushing deep, filling her pussy with his load. She swallows what she can, wipes the rest from her lips with two fingers, sucks them clean. The room smells like sex and sweat. Nobody moves to clean up yet.