Red

Red gets read all wrong this time. Steliana steps in wearing it like a dare, and the men who show up don’t need more than one look. Two of them, lean and ready, take hold of her at once—hands on her heavy tits, mouths on her throat, cocks pressed against whatever skin they can reach. She drops to her knees, takes one deep, then the other, lips shiny, throat working. When they lift her between them, she’s already wet enough to take both at once. One sinks into her ass while the other pushes into her cunt, the two rhythms locking until every thrust knocks a breath out of her. Her moans climb, then break, as they fuck her open and deeper still. They pull free only when they’re ready to paint her face, thick ropes landing across her lips, her lashes, dripping down over those full breasts. She smiles through it, tongue out, catching every drop she can.