Better Believe It

Selvaggia is hungry for it. Three men stand ready, Erik Everhard, Mike Angelo, Ian Scott, and she pulls them close with a single look. The blonde’s hands work fast, tugging cocks free, her small natural tits brushing against thighs as she drops to her knees. She takes one deep in her throat, lips stretching, saliva already dripping from her chin, then turns and swallows the next. She never stops moving, switching between them, throat opening greedily for each thrust. One man lies back; she climbs on, sinks down, rides until the thick head pushes past her tight ring. Another slips behind her, presses in slow, then forces the second cock into her ass. Selvaggia gasps, full now, both holes stretched around two shafts at once. The third man feeds his length back between her lips. She moans around it, body rocking between the three men, spit running down her breasts while they pound her deeper. They swap positions. She ends up straddling one, the second pushing into her ass from below, and the third sliding in alongside until both cocks claim her rear at the same time. She takes them, hips rolling, mouth open, eyes half-lidded with heat, every thrust driving a low, filthy sound from her chest until the men finish hard inside and across her flushed skin.