Two of a kind

Rafaella sits at her kitchen table when Jamaica knocks first. Greg follows five minutes later, already smiling like he knows the real reason she booked them together. One of them is supposed to fix the router. The other has done plenty of work on her body. Today she wants both jobs done at once. She drops her silk robe without warning. Her breasts sway heavy, nipples already stiff. Both men stop what they’re doing and watch. She kneels between them, unzips each in turn, and takes turns licking their cocks until they’re rigid and wet. Jamaica’s length is dark and thick, Greg’s is just as long but paler; she loves the contrast sliding over her tongue. They move to the couch. Rafaella climbs into Greg’s lap and sinks onto his cock, her pussy stretching around him with one long sigh. Jamaica steps behind, spreads her ass, and works his cock into her tight hole. She’s caught between them now, filled front and back, moaning each time they push in together. Every thrust rocks her forward onto one shaft and back onto the other. Sweat glistens on her breasts. Hands grip her waist, her hips, her hair. She keeps her mouth open so whichever man is closer can feed her his tongue or his dick. The rhythm builds until her cries turn sharp and her body clamps down on both cocks at once. They don’t stop. They just fuck her straight through it, pounding harder until their own release floods her—warm, deep, and exactly what she wanted when she called them both over.