Backstage of 'Windmills, Tulips... DP!'

Chelsey Lanette knows the Dutch make them tall. At six feet of bare skin and bone-white hair, she carries the whole country between her legs. She’s already working two cocks at once, one in each hand, pulling them close until the tips brush. Her mouth takes the first with a slow swallow. Her fingers close tight around the second, stroking in time. She opens wider, both heads sliding past her lips, and the men answer with low groans that shake the studio lights. The camera moves around the trio. Chelsey stands, turns, and bends at the waist, pressing back until one cock presses into her cunt. The second glides between her cheeks, finding the other hole. She takes them together, hips rocking in small, greedy circles. Sweat beads at the small of her back. Her moans stay low until they break into short, sharp gasps that fill the empty soundstage. She rides them until her thighs tremble and the men grip her hips to steady her, their thrusts hitting deeper each time she pushes down.