Double or Nothing

Veronica Leal is back from the sand, hair wild, skin warm. Two men follow. Charlie Dean and Kristof Cale know the routine. One game ends, another starts right here. They move her inside, strip the bikini off piece by piece. Hands on her natural tits, mouths on her neck. She laughs low, then opens for them. One cock slides into her mouth. The second presses between her cheeks, working her open, slow, steady. She breathes deep, takes them both. The switch comes quick. Kristof Cale on his back, pulling her down onto him. She sinks, rides, adjusts. Then Charlie lines up behind. One thrust and he’s in. Both men buried to the root. She gasps, holds still, feeling the stretch, then starts to move. Each stroke meets the other. In, out, in again. Skin slapping, sweat mixing, red curls sticking to her back. They trade spots. They change angles. She never loses either hole. Fingers grip her hips. A hand in her hair. She comes once, then again, shaking between them, mouth open. They keep going until they spill inside her, one right after the other, filling her deep.