The matchmaker - part II.

Vica and I were sipping orange juice when she locked eyes with the bartender. I caught the spark and offered to make the introduction right then. He showed up at her place later with a friend, and the three of them wasted no time. She was on her knees first, taking both cocks in her mouth, her blonde hair swinging with every stroke. Soon they had her bent over the sofa, one sliding into her tight ass while the other claimed her throat. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, body rocking between them. They switched places without pause, stretching her further, pushing deep. When they finished, the cum streaked across her face, dripping from her chin onto her chest as she looked up at them, still breathing hard.