Backstage with Laura King

Laura King just turned eighteen. She shows up backstage with a blonde ponytail swinging and the kind of fresh skin that still blushes when the lights hit it. Two guys are waiting, already hard. She drops to her knees without being told and takes both cocks in her mouth, trading between them like she’s been practicing in her head for weeks. Spit runs down her chin and she laughs, then swallows again, deeper. When they bend her over the makeup table, the first cock slides into her pussy without trouble. The second one presses at her asshole. She grits her teeth, relaxes, pushes back. Inch by inch her virgin ass opens and takes it. Both men start to thrust at once and her voice breaks into short, surprised moans. They pin her between them, one cock in her cunt, the other buried to the balls in her ass, and she grabs the table edge like it might float away. The rhythm picks up. She stops trying to stay quiet. Her body jerks each time they bottom out. Sweat sticks strands of hair to her forehead. When she comes she clamps down on both shafts so hard the guys curse, and they keep fucking her through it until they’re ready to pull out and paint her open mouth.