Kinky Kissy

Kissy’s shift at the club is over, yet she lingers in the empty lounge, sipping her last drink. Two patrons catch sight of her, and with the place nearly dark they offer to buy another round. Glasses empty fast; talk turns into hands on bare skin. One man eases behind her while she sinks to her knees for the other, lips wrapped tight around him. She moans around the thick length as the first slides into her ass, the three moving in tight rhythm on the velvet bench. She takes every thrust, switching her mouth from cock to cock until both men stand over her flushed face, painting it with heavy streaks that slide down her chin and throat.