Backstage with Mai Bailey

Mai Bailey lounges backstage in nothing but a pair of heels, red hair spilling across her shoulders, tits heavy and flushed. She smiles when the two men step in, already hard, already reaching. One cock in each hand, she strokes them in slow, greedy pulls, tongue flicking from head to head, saliva shining on her lower lip. Csoky bends her over the arm of the couch first, slides into her cunt in one long thrust, while David presses his cock past her parted lips until her throat takes him. They trade places without a word. David pounds into her from behind, fingers digging into the meat of her ass, while Csoky feeds her his slick length again. Mai rocks between them, spit and pre-cum glistening on her chin, eyes half-lidded with focus. Every slap of skin pushes a wet sound from her, every new angle makes her moan around the dick in her mouth. When they’re close, they pull out together, stroking fast, ropes of come striping her tits, her stomach, a few drops landing on her tongue. She stays exactly where she is, breathing hard, chest rising, letting the mess cool on her skin.