Magic Carpet

Sasha guards that rug like most girls guard jewelry. She's fucked dozens of men across its soft pile, earned every crease and stain. Tonight the carpet earns two fresh notches when she calls Zenza and James over and drops to her knees between them. Both cocks find her mouth first, then her pussy, and finally the tight ring of her ass that she saves for last. She keeps the rhythm greedy and greedy again—riding one while the other pushes past her rim—until both men empty themselves across her face and chest, the carpet soaking it all up.