Refreshers, anyone?

Adia Sweet leans on the balcony railing, eyes fixed on the men stretched out below. Their bodies gleam in the heat. She watches a little too long, then slips inside. Minutes later she steps back out with cold drinks on a tray—and nothing else. She walks down, barefoot. Two heads turn. She sets the tray on the grass. No one reaches for the glasses. The taller guy sits up, pulls her between his knees and palms her heavy breasts, thumbs circling stiff nipples. His friend moves in behind, hands sliding over her ass, parting her cheeks so a slick finger can press and test. Adia tilts forward, mouth open, and takes the first hard cock between her lips. Spit runs down her chin while the second man works two fingers into her asshole, loosening her for what’s next. They guide her onto all fours on the lounge chair. One slides into her dripping pussy; the other presses against the tight ring of muscle, then pushes through. She groans around the shaft in her mouth as both men fill her at once—deep, steady thrusts that jolt her forward each time hips meet. Sweat beads between her shoulder blades. They shift positions without missing a stroke. She ends up straddling one man, riding hard, while the second stands at her mouth, cock glistening from her ass. When he’s ready he pulls free, paints her open lips and cheeks with thick ropes of come. The man beneath her follows, pulling out to stripe her tits and belly. Adia stays kneeling between them, flushed, mouth parted, come cooling on her skin while the sun beats down.