Winter Magic

The room felt warm despite the cold pressing against the windows. Kristall stretched on the rug in front of the fire, her black hair spilling over the blanket, while two men watched her with quiet hunger. She turned onto her side, took the first cock into her mouth, and let it slide over her tongue until her lips met the base. The second man knelt behind her, spread her cheeks, and pushed into her ass in one smooth stroke. She moaned around the length in her throat, hips rolling to meet each thrust. They moved like that for a long while—slow, deliberate—until Kristall lifted her head, lips glistening, and let the first man finish across her flushed face. Thick streaks landed on her tongue and cheek while the second man stayed deep inside her, grinding through the last shudders. She licked what she could reach and closed her eyes, letting the fire crackle behind them.