Backstage with Alexandra Cat

James and Greg hear the knock and feel their stomachs drop. Police inspection means trouble. Then the door opens and Alexandra Cat steps through. The uniform clings to every curve and the worry melts into something hotter. She smiles like she already knows how the afternoon will play out. She peels off her jacket first, slow enough to make them stare. Her shirt follows, then the skirt. She drops to her knees without a word and takes both men in hand, lips parting around one cock while her fingers stroke the other. She switches back and forth, spit shining along each shaft, moaning low in her throat like she’s been waiting for this all day. When she stands again, the men spin her between them. One thick cock slides into her from behind while she leans forward to swallow the second. They find their rhythm quickly, filling her mouth and cunt at the same time. Her body rocks with every thrust, hair swinging, tits bouncing. Sweat beads along her spine. She pushes them onto the couch and climbs over Greg first, sinking down until he’s buried deep. James moves in behind her, pressing the head of his cock against her already stretched hole. She takes both at once, breath catching, then laughing low when they start to move. Her nails dig into Greg’s shoulders as they fuck her in tandem, double penetration driving her higher. They don’t stop until she’s shaking between them, cunt pulsing around their cocks. They finish across her tits and open mouth, leaving her glistening and satisfied. She licks her lips, stretches, and reaches for her uniform like nothing unusual has happened at all.