Double trouble

Sophie Lynx stands there, slim and dark-haired, looking at the two cocks like she already owns them. She sinks to her knees first, takes one deep while her hand works the other, then switches without missing a beat. They stretch her mouth, one after the other, until her lips shine and her eyes water. She climbs on the first guy, sinks down slow, rides him until her thighs shake, then leans forward so the second can press in from behind. Both holes full at once now, her back arched, breath ragged. The rhythm turns rough. She meets every thrust, takes them deeper each time. When they’re ready she drops to the floor again, face tilted up. Hot streaks land across her cheeks and mouth, thick and heavy, and she smiles through it.