Not enough - part I.

Priscilla is too pretty for just one cock. She knows it, feels it in the heat low in her belly. Tonight she wants more than one pair of hands, more than one mouth. She wants a pair—blonde hair falling across one man’s chest, dark hair brushing the other’s thighs. They close in around her and she opens for both. The blonde takes her first, sliding in easy, and Priscilla’s breath catches. She turns her head and takes the brunette down her throat, the two men rocking her between them like she was built for this balance. Sweat starts at her temples. She lets one hand drift between her legs, finds her own slick heat, and pushes back to meet every thrust. When the blonde pulls out and the brunette pushes in, the change in thickness drags a soft moan from her throat. They trade places again, faster now, and Priscilla’s body answers without thinking. She rides the rhythm until the first pulse hits the back of her tongue and she swallows, greedy. The second man pulls free, paints her belly, and she rubs it into her skin while the aftershocks still flicker through her. Two loads, two mouths kissing her through the tremor, and she smiles like she finally got what she needed.