Backstage with Eloa Lombard

James wanted to sing live at Greg’s bar. He brought Eloa, a French-speaking brunette, so nothing would be lost in translation. Under the low lights backstage, the three of them skipped straight past paperwork. Greg pulled the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders and freed her breasts while James dropped to his knees, tugging her panties aside. Eloa opened her mouth around Greg’s cock and moaned around it when James pushed his tongue between her folds. Soon she was bent over a equipment case, the brunette’s hips rocking back into every thrust. Greg slid into her ass with slow, steady pressure; James filled her pussy at the same time. She gasped and clutched the edge of the crate as both men fucked her in rhythm, their cocks grinding together through the thin wall inside her. They moved faster. Sweat streaked down her spine. James came first, pulling out to stripe thick ropes of cum across her flushed face. Greg followed seconds later, burying himself deep in her ass until his own load pulsed deep inside her. Eloa stayed bent over, breathing hard, smiling through the mess on her lips.