A Whole Different Ball Game

Kitana Lure stood at the counter, citrus juice running over her knuckles as she worked a lemon half. Her eyes stayed on the two men trading passes across the lawn. She watched their bare chests flex, her tits rising with each slow breath. Juice dripped onto the marble while her cunt tightened. The ball arced high, then dropped over her fence with a soft thud. The men exchanged a quick word, then stepped to her gate. Kitana dried her hands on a towel, nipples already hard under her thin top. Josh rapped on the door frame. Matt stood a step behind. When she pulled the door open, both pairs of eyes dropped to the full swell of her breasts. She didn’t bother with small talk. She simply stepped back, letting the open neckline fall lower. Josh licked his lips. Matt’s shorts were already tented. She let them in, closed the door, and led them through the kitchen without a word. On the living-room rug she slipped the top off, heavy tits bouncing free, and sank to her knees between them. Josh fed his cock straight into her mouth while Matt reached down to cup her left breast, thumb flicking the stiff nipple. She switched, sucking Matt deep, drool stringing from her lower lip, then back to Josh. Her hand worked whichever shaft wasn’t in her throat. When both men were slick, she stood and turned, sliding her shorts and panties down in one motion. She braced her hands on the back of the couch, ass lifted, and looked over her shoulder. Josh moved first, pressing the head of his cock against her tight ring. He pushed, stretching her, sinking inch by inch until his balls rested against her. She moaned, low and throaty, then reached back to spread herself wider. Matt stepped in front, feeding his length into her mouth again while Josh began to thrust. Each drive pushed her forward onto Matt’s cock until she gagged, spit running down her chin onto her tits. Josh gripped her hips, pounding harder, the slap of skin loud in the quiet room. When he pulled out, Matt took his place, sliding straight into her ass without pause. Kitana gasped around Josh’s shaft, the new stretch making her cunt drip onto the floor. They switched again. Josh lay on the rug and she climbed over him, sinking her ass onto his cock in one smooth drop. Matt knelt behind, working two fingers into her pussy before replacing them with his own length, filling both holes at once. She rocked between them, tits swaying, breath coming in short bursts. Josh reached up, squeezing her breasts, rolling the nipples until she cried out. Matt’s hands gripped her waist, driving upward in short, brutal strokes that made her vision blur. They kept her there, trading places, never letting her rest. Sweat slicked her skin. Her thighs shook. Every thrust drove deeper, stretching her, using her. When Josh finally pulled out and painted her lower back, Matt followed seconds later, hot streaks landing across her tits and throat. She stayed on her knees, chest heaving, cum sliding down the curves of her breasts as the two men caught their breath above her.