Scoring a Deuce

Amirah needs no warm-up. She pins one trainer against the net and strips him in seconds. The second man watches, already hard beneath his shorts. She pulls his cock free, strokes him with both hands until he swells, then drops to her knees and takes him deep. Saliva drips from her chin as she switches back and forth, making them slick and aching. The first trainer drops behind her. Amirah stays on all fours, mouth still full, and arches her back so he can sink straight into her ass. He grips her hips and drives in. She moans around the cock in her throat, pushing back to meet every thrust. They swap places. The second man takes her ass while she sucks the taste of herself off the first. The rhythm quickens. She reaches down, finds her clit, and rubs tight circles while the men pound her from both ends. Sweat beads on her skin. Her hair sticks to her face. When she feels them tense, she pulls free, kneels between them, and opens her mouth. Both men come across her tongue and cheeks, thick ropes landing hot. She swallows what she can and wipes the rest across her lips with a slow finger.