Pool service

The pool's fucked again. She picks up her phone, already wet between her legs thinking about the last visit. Those two guys had done more than clean filters. They'd taken turns on her—mouth, pussy, and that tight ass—leaving her spent and smiling. She calls them now, fingers drifting between her thighs as she waits for the answer. When they pull up, nothing is said. She drops to her knees on the warm deck and takes the first cock in her mouth while the second man circles behind her. One of them spits on her ass, works two fingers inside, then pushes his cock in deep. She gasps around the dick in her mouth. They move her onto all fours, one man sliding under her so she can ride him while the other works back into her ass. The double stretch hits hard; she shakes, moans, comes loud. They keep going, switching holes until both men are ready. They pull out together, painting her face—thick ropes across her lips, cheeks, and eyelashes. She licks what she can reach, still breathing hard, the pool untouched behind them.