Backstage with Wibeke

Wibeke wanted the job, but the man at the desk still wasn’t sure. He brought in his colleague for a second opinion. The moment the second man appeared, Wibeke felt heat flood her cunt. She didn’t hide it; she stood up, tugged her dress higher, and let them see how wet she already was. The blond pulled her forward, slid his fingers into the tight back door that he’d decided to take first. The brunette took her mouth. Wibeke leaned in, lips stretched, tongue working while the first cock pressed slowly into her ass. Once he was buried she opened wider for the second man, letting both of them fill her. They moved her between them—long strokes in her ass, quick thrusts down her throat—until the pressure broke. The man behind her pulled free, painted her face in thick, white ropes while his partner kept fucking her mouth until he finished across her cheeks as well.