Backstage with Helena G.

Helena walked into the studio and the men waiting caught their breath at once. Gorgeous, they said almost together, eyes fixed on the young blonde already giving them ideas. She looked angelic, but her figure left little doubt about how the afternoon would turn out. When the first guy moved closer she sank to her knees without a word, took him between her full lips and worked him deeper until her throat relaxed around every inch. Soon a second cock pressed at her cheek, and she turned to it just as eagerly, saliva shining on her chin. They lifted her onto the table, tugged aside the thin strip of lace and the first thick head pushed between the cheeks of her ass. She moaned, back arched, while the second man guided himself between her breasts, sliding between their soft weight. Every thrust pushed her tighter against the other, the sound of skin on skin sharp in the quiet studio. She took them both, rocking between them, lips parted, breath catching as they filled her front and back at once. Her body gave way without resistance, taking everything they offered until they pulled her down to finish across her tongue and across the pale curves of her chest.