DP angel

Blue Angel walks in soft lit, blonde hair falling loose across bare shoulders. Her body is slim, tight, that young skin already flushed. She’s on fire, barely able to stand still. Two men wait for her. She goes straight to them. One kisses her, the other runs his hand down her back until fingers meet the swell of her ass. A soft gasp slips out of her. Blue Angel drops to her knees. She works both cocks at once, tongue sliding, lips stretching, spit shining everything. When they lift her, she goes without a word. They bend her forward, open her cheeks, and ease one thick head into her ass. Her mouth falls open. She’s never felt anything like it. The second man moves in front, slides into her pussy, and for one moment she’s completely filled. They find their rhythm, rocking her between them, her cries rising every time both cocks bottom out. Sweat beads on her forehead, blonde strands stick to her face. She pushes back, greedy for every inch. When it’s time, they pull free and paint her open mouth, thick ropes landing on her tongue and lips. Blue Angel swallows, eyes half-closed, body trembling from the stretch and the heat still pulsing inside her.