Sexy Time in the Studio

Carry Cherry walks into the studio already wet. She peels off her clothes slow, hips rolling as the fabric drops, the curve of her ass catching the light. Toby and Csoky Ice step in like they knew this was coming. Hands on her. Mouths open. She bends forward, that tight little ass pushed out, and Toby works two fingers into her first, then his whole fist, stretching her open while Csoky feeds her his cock down to the base. She takes him deep, throat working, spit running down her chin. Csoky pulls back before he can finish. They trade places. Toby fucks her mouth now. Csoky drives into her ass. They keep her filled from both ends, switching whenever one of them gets too close. Carry shakes through it, coming hard, knees buckling, the sounds she makes raw and loud. When they finally pull out she stays bent, hole twitching, slick and open. They paint her face together, thick ropes landing across her lips and cheeks. She stays there a second longer, breathing hard, makeup already ruined.