Bad boys

Jessica pins the two hustlers against the wall in her uniform, skirt riding high. She drops to her knees without ceremony and takes both cocks in hand, mouth moving from one to the other, tongue working the heads before she swallows them deeper. The boys are already hard when she stands, turns, and bends over the desk. One slides into her wet cunt while the other waits his turn behind her. When the second cock presses against her ass, Jessica doesn't flinch. She takes him slow, then pushes back until he's buried to the hilt. The double stretch pulls a long, low moan from her throat. They find a rhythm—cocks filling her together, hips slapping against her ass and thighs. When they pull out she drops back to her knees, mouth open, tongue out. Thick ropes land across her lips, her cheeks, her tits. She swallows what she can and wipes the rest with a finger, smiling like the interrogation went exactly as planned.