Backstage with Simony

The rumors said Simony packed on weight and quit the game. We wanted to see for ourselves, so we booked an interracial three-way and told her to meet us backstage. She walked in lean, blonde hair loose, eyes bright, clearly ready for more than just photos. Her brunette co-star watched from the couch, already stripped and waiting. Simony peeled off her clothes, turning so the camera caught every curve still tight and firm. She dropped to her knees between two waiting cocks, one pale, one dark, taking them in turn until both glistened. When she stood and bent forward, hands braced on the makeup table, the first shaft pressed between her cheeks and slid deep into her ass in one smooth stroke. She took it with a low moan, hips rolling back to meet each thrust. The second man stepped in, guiding his length alongside the first until she was stretched wide around both. Her body trembled but she held steady, breathing hard while they rocked into her in slow, even strokes. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. Every push drove deeper, the wet sound of lube and skin filling the small room. When they pulled out, she turned, dropped again, and cleaned them both with her mouth, blonde strands sticking to her lips. She looked straight into the lens, satisfied, the rumors clearly dead.