Second Servings

Cherry rolls the orange across her palm like she’s deciding where to bite first. The kitchen door clicks, and two men step in. She licks her lips, drops the fruit, and drops to her knees between them. One cock slides straight to the back of her throat. She takes it deep, swallowing hard, saliva dripping from her chin. The second man reaches down, grabs her hair, and pushes her farther onto the shaft until her nose presses flush against skin. They move her to the counter, lift her up, and she straddles the thicker cock, sinking down in one smooth motion. Her pussy grips tight while she leans forward, mouth open for the second cock again. She rides hard, hips snapping, taking every inch, while her tongue works the head in front of her. Spit and moans mix every time she comes up for air. They shift again. One man lies back, pulling her on top of him; the second lines up behind her. Both cocks press in at once—ass and pussy stretched full. She cries out, voice breaking into a low whimper that turns into a ragged moan with every thrust. Hands slap her round cheeks, leaving bright prints as the men drive deeper, faster, until the only sound in the room is the wet slap of skin and Cherry’s breathless, grateful sounds.