Nightlife Karma - part 2.

Karmen Karma stops holding back. She grabs whatever she can get her hands on and pulls it straight to her mouth. Johnny and Preston stand ready, cocks out, and she takes them in turn. One slides past her tongue while the other rests heavy against her cheek. She works the shafts with wet lips and steady hands, switching without warning, never letting either one rest for long. Her eyes stay on their faces, checking how close each man is getting. When Johnny’s breathing changes she moves faster, cheeks hollowed, spit sliding down her chin. Preston pushes forward and she tilts her head, throat opening so he can slide deeper. She keeps both dicks shiny and slick, lips stretching, tongue flicking the undersides on every pull back. The men groan, hands in her dark hair, hips rocking in short thrusts that match the rhythm she sets. Karmen never slows. She wants every drop they’ve got, and she isn’t stopping until she gets it.