Beauty Behind the Glass

Sata Jones stands by the glass, the city lights outlining her curves. She watches the men arrive, two silhouettes reflected back at her. When she turns, their hands are already on her. Toby kisses her hard. Kristof slides a palm across the swell of her breasts. She lets the robe slip open, exposing herself without a word. They take their time, mouths and fingers moving over her, until her nipples stiffen under their touch. She drops to her knees, takes one cock in her mouth, then the other, trading wet strokes until her chin shines. Soon she is bent over the table. Kristof works her open with careful fingers, opening her for what comes next. Toby pushes into her first, slow and deep. Then Kristof slides into her ass, the two of them filling her at once. The glass steams with their breath. She moans, head thrown back, caught between them. Every thrust rocks her body, her breasts swaying with the rhythm. The men move together, deeper, harder, until she shatters, clutching at the table edge while they keep going, using her until they finish inside her.