Not enough - part II.

Priscilla could have any man she wanted. She chose two at once. The blonde’s fingers curled around a hard cock on either side of her, stroking both shafts in slow unison. She dropped to her knees, lips parting for the darker length first. Her tongue swirled over its swollen head while her fist worked the other, her blue eyes flicking upward to watch the men watch her. She shifted, turning her mouth to the second cock. Saliva gleamed on her chin as she pushed deeper, gagging once, eyes watering, before pulling back with a wet gasp. The men’s hands tangled in her hair, guiding her from one shaft to the other. She gave each the same treatment—long, sloppy sucks, the sounds obscene in the quiet room. Hands lifted her. She bent forward, braced against the couch, and felt the brunette press inside her first. Her cunt stretched around him, clenching tight. The second man moved to her face, feeding his cock back between her lips. They found a rhythm, one cock thrusting into her pussy while the other fucked her mouth, spit trailing down her neck. They flipped her onto her back. The brunette sank between her thighs again, driving deep while the other knelt by her head, stroking his length over her open mouth. She came hard, thighs shaking, nails digging into the couch cushions. Cum followed—across her tongue, across her belly—leaving her glistening and spent.