Backstage with Ciara Bugatti

Ciara Bugatti’s hair may have gone from black to blonde, but the hunger in her eyes never changed. She still wants it two ways at once. The moment the first cock grazes her lips she drops to her knees, taking him deep in one smooth motion. The second man stands behind her, his hands gripping her hips while he works the head of his shaft against her tight back entrance. She moans around the thickness in her mouth as he pushes past the ring of muscle, sliding inch by inch until his balls rest against her. Both men settle into a rhythm—one thrusting between her lips, the other stretching her ass open with every stroke. Ciara’s blonde hair bounces around her face, spit dripping from her chin as she swallows deeper and pushes her hips back to take everything. She keeps them locked inside her until she feels that first hot rush flood her throat and another pulse deep between her cheeks, her body trembling through every last drop.