He Walked In

Chad already had Natasha bent over the desk when Toby stepped inside. One look and the new guy got the signal—Natasha’s mouth was open, wet, ready to be filled. Chad kept driving into her while Toby unbuckled. She pulled him closer, took him deep, throat stretching around the second cock like it belonged there. Her black lace pantyhose framed every curve, the sheer fabric clinging to her thighs, garters pulling tight across pale skin. Natasha rocked between them, one man buried in her ass, the other sliding past her tongue. Every thrust made the desk creak. Spit ran down her chin, mascara smudged under her eyes, yet her grip never loosened. She wanted both, and she took them without pause.