A Promotion Commotion

Greta Foss runs the place. She hands out promotions on her own terms. Today two men are tied for the spot. Emmanuel Torquemada and Francis X both want it. Greta settles it the only way she knows how. Blonde hair loose, Greta drops to her knees between them. She takes Emmanuel first, slow, wet, working him deeper until her throat opens. Spit runs down her chin. She turns to Francis, gives him the same treatment, lips stretched, cheeks hollowed. Their breathing changes. She keeps switching until both cocks stand slick and heavy in front of her. Emmanuel moves behind her. He presses two fingers between her cheeks, circles her tight ring, then sinks them inside. Greta moans around Francis’s cock. Her back arches. Emmanuel fingers her open, adds more spit, works her until she’s ready. When she pushes back onto his hand he knows she wants more. He replaces his fingers with his cock. The first thrust is steady, all the way in. Greta gasps, then settles into it, hips rolling. Francis keeps her mouth busy. She rocks between them—cock in her ass, cock in her throat—taking both without pause. Her natural tits sway with every thrust. They change positions. Greta climbs onto Emmanuel, sinks down onto him again, this time facing Francis. She reaches back, spreads herself, keeps her ass open while she rides. Francis steps closer. She takes him into her mouth once more, eyes half-closed, body caught between the two men. Emmanuel grips her waist. Francis holds her hair. The rhythm stays tight, focused, relentless. Greta comes first, a low, rolling moan around Francis’s length. Her ass clenches around Emmanuel. He follows, burying himself deep. Francis finishes across her tongue and lips. She swallows what she can, wipes the rest with her thumb, and looks up at both of them, flushed, breathing hard. The tie is broken. Greta already knows who gets the promotion.