Backstage with Nilla

Nilla stands in the spa like she owns the place, brunette hair slicked back, eyes fixed on two hard cocks. She drops to her knees without a word. One tongue finds her dripping slit, the other slides between her lips. She takes both shafts at once, her mouth stretched wide, saliva shining on her chin. She pulls back just long enough to gasp, then pushes forward again until their heads bump in her throat. They lift her onto the marble ledge. One cock slides deep into her soaked pussy; the other presses against her tight ass. She takes them together, stretched full, the double rhythm shaking through her body. Every thrust forces a wet slap that echoes off the tiles. Sweat beads at the base of her spine. She rocks between them, taking it all, mouth open but empty now, just soft, hungry sounds. When they pull out, they stroke fast over her face. Hot ropes stripe her lips, her cheeks, her lashes. Nilla stays on her knees, tongue out, collecting every drop they give her.