(Un)professional

Zach and Amirah look every inch the pros—muscle, smooth skin, fabric stretched tight over what they sell. Victor keeps shooting until the camera feels like a prop. The air thickens. Clothes come off in quiet stages. When Amirah drops to her knees between them, her mouth moves from one hard cock to the other, slow, wet, deliberate. She takes them deep, lips shiny, throat open. They fuck her like they’ve been waiting all day for it. Victor slides into her ass while Zach stays buried in her pussy, the two of them working her in steady rhythm until every breath she draws is ragged. Sweat streaks her back. Her moans get louder, broken. They hold her there, filled, moving together until the frame around them falls apart and there’s only skin, heat, and the wet sound of both men inside her at once.