Five for one

Holly never settles. She glances at the five men around her, each bulge straining against cotton like a secret they can barely keep. Her blonde hair spills over her shoulders as she slides to her knees, bare skin catching light while hands reach down to stroke and cup. One thick cock after another is freed—veins pulsing, heavy and dark against pale fingers. She opens wide and lets the first head push past her lips, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. Spit glistens down her chin as another man presses in from the side, his shaft sliding against her cheek before she turns to take him too. One cock fills her mouth while her hands work the rest, stroking in tight, wet rhythms. They trade places without pause—each thick length claiming its turn between her lips, stretching her jaw. Holly moans around the girth, eyes half-lidded, blonde strands sticking to her wet mouth. She leans in deeper, throat flexing as a heavy shaft pushes further, her hands never still. Cum is what she came for, and she wants every drop—five loads waiting to paint her tongue and drip down her throat.