After the Party

The bar had gone quiet hours ago. Angel and David stood among the empty glasses, wiping counters that did not need wiping. She was still in her tight dress, tits pushing against the thin fabric, when David pulled her in and bent her over the wood. He lifted the hem, slid her panties aside, and pushed straight into her wet cunt. Her moans cut through the silence. Leslie stirred on the leather couch, eyes half-open, cock already swelling at the sight. He walked over without asking. David kept thrusting while Leslie circled behind, spat on his fingers, and worked them into her ass. Angel gasped as he opened her up. When Leslie slid his cock into her hole, she took them both, stuffed and rocking between them, one hole for each man. They fucked her harder, alternating strokes until her legs shook and her voice broke. Cum spilled down her thighs when they finished, the night finally done.