Deepthroat frenzy with Martha

Martha T. steps into view, barefoot and smiling like she knows she won’t leave clean. Her ponytail sways when she drops to her knees between the two men, both cocks already hard and waiting. She wraps one hand around each, giving them slow, wet strokes to test their weight. One guy pushes his shaft against her lips; she parts them, lets him sink in until her nose bumps his pelvis. Spit runs down her chin, but she doesn’t pull back. The second cock nudges her cheek, so she turns, strings of drool snapping as she switches. Her throat works greedily, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering. The men trade off, fucking her face in short, steady thrusts while her mascara runs and her blonde hair sticks to her damp temples. Whenever she gasps for air, she’s grinning—soft, hungry, ready for the next inch. They come together: thick ropes stripe her tongue, her cheeks, and finally her pretty, flushed face. She licks her lips, catches what she can, and swallows, still smiling.