Backstage with Carla Cox

Carla Cox stands in the summer heat wearing nothing but her underwear, working a soapy sponge across the hood. The sight pulls three friends closer. They stop pretending interest in the car and start touching her instead. Hands slide over her tits, slip between her legs. Fingers find her pussy already wet, then press against her tight little asshole. Carla drops the sponge, opens her mouth, and takes the first cock between her lips. While she sucks, another slides into her cunt and the third waits behind her, spreading her cheeks so his cock can push past her rim. They rotate without hurry. Each time a hole empties, another cock fills it. Carla stays on her knees through most of it, spit and lube shining on her skin. When they’re ready to finish they pull out and paint her open mouth and flushed face with thick ropes of cum. She swallows what she can, lets the rest drip down her chin onto her tits. The car stays half-washed; Carla, fully used, smiles up at the three men catching their breath around her.