Making His Rounds

Emmanuel Torquemada walks the corridor, boots tapping on marble, when a soft cry leaks through a half-open door. He pushes it wider. Shalina Devine kneels on the bed, bare from the waist up, her heavy breasts swinging with every thrust Francis X gives her from behind. The blond woman’s mouth drops open at the interruption, but her hips keep rolling back onto the cock buried in her cunt. Emmanuel meets her eyes, then Francis’s. No one objects when he steps inside and frees himself. He takes her mouth first, sliding over her tongue, fingers twisted in her hair. When he moves behind her, Francis pulls out just enough for Emmanuel to press against her already-slick hole, and the two men ease into her together—deep, slow, stretching her ass and pussy in tandem. Shalina moans around the cock in front while the second fills her from the rear, the rhythm steady, relentless. Hands grip her tits, squeezing and tugging, her nipples pinched tight between rough fingers. Sweat beads along her spine as the double thrusts quicken, each stroke pushing her forward until her breasts slap Francis’s chest and Emmanuel’s grip never lets go. The room fills with wet sounds and her broken breathing as they work her between them, every stroke a promise that the rounds will end only after she’s spent and shaking.