Insatiable

Sharka’s curves spill over the edge of the couch, soft flesh flexing every time she moves. She drops to her knees between two waiting cocks, eyes lit with hunger. Her mouth takes the first one deep, tongue swirling, spit already dripping down her chin. The second man palms her round ass, fingers sliding between her cheeks. One quick twist of her hips and he’s inside—thick shaft pushing past the tight ring until she’s full. She rocks back to meet every thrust, throat still working the cock in front of her, gagging wet and loud. Her blonde hair sticks to her cheeks, mascara smudged. The man in her ass grips harder, pace quickening until his rhythm breaks and he pulls out, stroking himself over her parted lips. The first load paints her tongue, the second follows across her cheeks and lashes. She swallows what she can, then licks the last drops clean, smiling like she could take another round.