Cherry's Dream Came True

Cherry Kiss is aching to get used. Her mind races with filthy thoughts as Ian Scott and Mike Angelo step in. Her cunt already glistens, slick from knowing two thick cocks will stretch every hole. The blonde loves it hard. She drops to her knees, small tits rising with each fast breath, mouth open and waiting. Fingers soon part her soaked folds, gliding over her clit before sliding deep. She moans, hips rolling, but she wants more. Ian pushes her forward and spreads her ass. She feels the cool air against her puckered hole, then the hot pressure of his cock pushing inside. Her body yields, then clamps tight around the thick shaft. Mike moves to her mouth, feeding her his length until her lips meet his base. Cherry gags, eyes watering, but she never stops sucking. Ian drives into her ass harder, the rhythm sharp and steady. Every thrust sends wet sounds echoing around the room. Cherry’s fingers stay between her legs, rubbing quick circles over her swollen clit. She comes once with a cry, pussy pulsing, yet they keep going. Her ass takes every inch, greedy and slick. Ian groans, gripping her slim hips as he buries himself balls-deep. Mike pulls free, replaces his cock with two fingers, sliding them in and out of her dripping cunt while Ian reams her backside. The blonde shakes, coming again, thighs trembling. Still she begs for more. They switch places. Mike slides into her ass without pause; Cherry takes him to the hilt, face pressed into the cushions. Ian pushes three fingers inside her cunt, working her open as she rocks back onto both. Sweat glistens on her skin. Her breath is ragged, voice hoarse from moaning. She wants it rough and they give it. Deep, fast, unyielding. Each thrust knocks a soft grunt from her throat. When Ian pulls his fingers free, strings of wetness stretch between them. Cherry laughs, low and filthy, before she’s filled again. Anal, pussy, mouth—she never stops moving, never stops begging. Her holes stay stuffed until the two men empty themselves over her flushed skin. She stays on all fours, panting, smiling, already hungry for the next round.