But First Let Me Take a Selfie

Cindy holds up her phone. The camera flash catches the two cocks resting against her face—thick, already slick. She grins, the kind of grin that says she knows exactly what she’s doing and she’s loving it. A quick tap. The shutter clicks. She saves it without looking. Then she opens wide and slides the first cock between her lips, tongue flat, cheeks hollowing as she takes it deeper. The second man moves behind her, spreads her cheeks, and eases in. She moans around the first cock, the sound wet and muffled. They find a rhythm. She takes them both, one buried in her throat, the other stretching her open from behind. When the guy in her mouth starts to pulse, she pulls back just enough for the first hot ropes to paint her tongue and lips. The man behind her pulls out at the same time, adds his load across her flushed skin. Cum drips down her chin onto the phone still clutched in her hand. She taps the screen again. Another selfie. This one’s for keeps.