Backstage of Double joy

Jasmine Rouge fixes her lipstick backstage, her full tits pushed high in a low-cut top. She bends forward, checks the mirror, then straightens up, tugging the thin thong between her cheeks. A heartbeat later, two men step in and the air thickens. She pulls the first cock free, licks it wet, and sinks her mouth around him. The second hand grips her hair and she turns, taking him just as deep. Her throat works. She pulls off with a wet pop, stands, and shimmies out of the thong. One man lies back on the low couch; she climbs on, sinks down on his cock, and rides him slow and steady. The second man moves behind her, spits on his fingers, opens her ass, and pushes inside. Jasmine’s breath catches, then settles into a hungry moan. She rocks between them, tits bouncing, each thrust pushing her deeper into both cocks. The pace picks up. Skin slaps. Her blond hair sticks to her damp neck. She reaches back, spreads herself wider, and takes them harder, body caught between two solid rhythms. Sweat gleams across her chest. The first man grips her hips, driving up. The second grabs her shoulders and buries every inch. Jasmine’s cries turn ragged. She holds on, legs shaking, while both men use her exactly how she came backstage to be used.