Backstage with Mai Bailey

Mai Bailey never blinks when a man shows up with company. One cock or two, she spreads her legs the same way—wide. She takes Csoky in her mouth while David works her from behind, hips slapping against the pale curves of her ass. Her breasts swing heavy with every thrust, nipples stiff, flushed red to match the hair falling over her face. They switch, trade places, and she never misses a beat, lips stretched around one man while the other stretches her cunt. Sweat beads at the small of her back. Her voice is low, greedy, full of wet sounds and quick breaths. She moans louder when the rhythm turns rough. When both men are close, they pull out and paint her tits and belly with thick ropes, each pulse hotter than the last, and Mai just smiles through it, licking what lands on her lips.