Sharka's choice

Sharka Blue walks in like she owns the room. Tight blonde hair, bare shoulders, that look in her eye that says she already knows how this ends. Two men wait for her. One is already hard, veins showing, the other holds a thick silicone toy that still needs to be warmed up. She takes a moment to decide, lets her fingers drift between her legs while she studies both options. Then the choice becomes no choice at all. She drops to her knees, pulls the real cock between her lips and reaches behind her with the fake one, easing it in slow until the stretch makes her breath hitch. Both feel right. She turns, offers her ass to the man while she works the toy deeper, switching angles until every inch is inside her. Sweat gathers at the small of her back. She comes first on the silicone, then again when the real cock replaces it, pounding harder, deeper, until her moans break into something raw. They finish across her face, one after the other, leaving streaks that catch the light. Sharka wipes her mouth, still smiling. She picked both.