Backstage with Lisa Sparkle

Three guys dealing cards over a green felt table, not my usual idea of fun. I rise and slip the straps from my shoulders, letting my dress fall to the floor. Blond hair spills over bare skin, my full breasts freed in the warm backstage light. I take the shortest of the men by the belt and pull him to the couch. His cock thickens fast between my lips, already wet from the first slow drag of my tongue. I keep my ass high for the second man. He spreads my cheeks, spits, and pushes his cock straight into my tight hole. The third steps close, gripping my hair while I stroke him. I swallow deep, cheeks hollow, saliva glistening on every inch. Then the men trade places, each wanting the same tight grip of my ass. One thrusts harder, pulling my hips back, until his cock jerks and he paints thick streaks across my parted lips and cheeks. Another slides in behind me and finishes the same way, his cum mixing with the first. The last holds my face steady and lets go right on my tongue, watching me swallow.