The Housewife's Guests

Alexis Crystal waits in lingerie that clings like silk and bad intentions. Toby and Kristof Cale walk in, and the air thickens. She drops to her knees, lips parted, taking one cock, then the other, working each shaft in turn until they glisten. When her mouth is empty she stands, turns, and opens herself—pussy first, then tight ass—so both men can bury themselves to the hilt. They move without pause, stretching her, filling her, the double penetration driving her breath into ragged cries. The rhythm tightens until the first thick pulse hits her tongue; the second follows, coating her mouth as she swallows every drop.