Backstage with Laura

Laura walks in expecting one man. Instead two wait behind the curtain. The extra set of hands does not slow her down. She peels her dress off in one slow drag, lets it puddle at her feet, and steps between them. The brunette’s tongue finds her first, wet and insistent. Laura answers with a deeper kiss, fingers already working the zipper on the second man. Once they are both bare she drops to her knees, mouth moving from cock to cock, saliva shining on both shafts. When they lift her onto the leather couch she spreads willingly, legs held high, so the thicker cock can push past the tight ring of her ass. He sinks in inch by inch while the other man feeds her mouth. She takes every thrust, fingers digging into velvet cushions, until the first load paints her tongue. The second follows right after, hot streaks across her cheek and lips. Laura stays sprawled, flushed and smiling, letting it drip.