Backstage with Carla Cox

Carla works a quiet bar after last call. She gives a slow grind on one guy's lap, then pulls the other closer. Hands open her, fingers slide between her legs, and she feels the first hot rush. She rides one cock deep while the second presses against her ass. When he pushes in, she takes both at once, hips rocking in steady rhythm. Sweat beads on her bare skin. Her breath breaks. A sudden wet rush spills down her thighs, soaking the bar seat beneath her. The men keep her pinned between them until she comes again, body shaking. They pull out and paint her flushed face with thick streaks.