Private After Party

The last guests drift off into the night. The front door clicks shut. Karina smiles to herself because the real celebration is just beginning. She peels off her dress without ceremony. Two men are already waiting, one fair and one dark, both hard and impatient. She drops to her knees between them, lips parting for one thick shaft while her hand strokes the other. Saliva runs down her chin as she switches, never leaving either cock unattended for long. They move to the couch. Karina climbs onto the dark man’s lap and sinks down on his cock in one smooth motion, taking him deep in her ass. The stretch makes her whimper, but she keeps going until he’s buried to the hilt. She leans forward, opening her mouth for the second man. He slides between her lips, past her tongue, until he bumps the back of her throat. They find a rhythm together. Every thrust from below pushes her forward onto the cock in her mouth. Her pussy stays empty, neglected on purpose, the ache only sharpening the pleasure she feels everywhere else. Spit and lube coat her thighs. The room fills with the wet sounds of skin meeting skin. Karina comes first, shaking hard, clenching around the cock in her ass. That squeeze pushes the man beneath her over the edge. He grips her hips and unloads deep inside her, pulse after pulse. The man at her mouth pulls out just in time, stroking once, twice, then painting her tongue and lips with thick ropes. Karina swallows what she can and lets the rest drip down her chin, eyes half-lidded, already thinking about round two.