Ma belle

Lucy Bell moves like she knows every eye is already on her. Dark hair spills across pale shoulders while black lace clings tight, framing the curves it pretends to hide. Two men watch from either side. She drops to her knees without being told, taking the first cock deep into her mouth, tongue working slow and wet. The second man steps closer. She switches, lips stretching around him now, spit shining her chin. Hands reach down to lift her. Lace is tugged aside, not removed. One man bends her over the edge of the bed and presses slick fingers between her cheeks, opening her. She pushes back, ready. The first cock slides into her ass, slow but certain, stretching her inch by inch. A second body moves beneath her. She lowers herself onto the waiting length, pussy swallowing him to the root. Both men begin to thrust. Her body rocks between them, filled from both sides at once, mouth open in a silent cry. The pace builds. Flesh slaps. She takes every inch, breath caught between pain and pleasure, lace still framing the places they claim. When they finish inside her, she stays there, trembling, dripping, satisfied.