Maid of your dreams

Eliska Cross waits by the door in her short black uniform, stockings taut on her thighs. The moment her boss walks in with George Uhl, her dark eyes narrow and her lips curve. No orders are given; she simply drops to her knees and frees both men, mouth opening for one while her hand strokes the other. Her tongue slides along each shaft in turn, spit shining on her chin before she stands and bends over the desk, skirt flipped up, bare ass ready. George slides straight into her pussy, James moves behind her. One slick finger opens her tight ring, then his cock follows, slow and thick. Eliska moans, forehead pressed to the wood, body caught between them. The two men find a rhythm, filling her front and back, the slap of skin sharp and steady. She gasps every time their hips meet, the double stretch making her shake. When they pull out she drops again, lips stretched around both cocks until they finish across her face, streaks marking her flushed cheeks and parted mouth.