Serena drags her fresh-fucked body through the door just past dawn, cunt still slick with another man’s load. Sheem’s right behind her—laughing, half-hard again. Tony’s waiting, pale, caged, and silent like a kicked dog. She pops the cage open for show, snorts at the soft inch that pokes out, then snaps her fingers. Tony drops to his knees without a word. Serena spreads, slides forward on the sofa, and pushes his face between her thighs. “Eat.” Cum leaks onto his tongue—thick, warm, and hers now. At the same time she leans over, lips parting around Sheem’s cock, tongue swirling, throat working like she needs him stiff again in record time. When he’s ready she swings a leg over the armrest, arches, and Sheem drives straight back in—hard, deep, no mercy. The sofa knocks the wall with every thrust. Tony stays down there licking whatever spills out, tasting Sheem’s sweat and her need mixed together. Sheem’s hips piston like he’s trying to bruise her cervix; Tony’s tongue flicks her clit whenever it slips free. Serena comes twice in quick succession, legs shaking, one hand clamped around Sheem’s wrist, the other gripping Tony’s hair. She doesn’t tell them to stop. They don’t.
Serena drags her fresh-fucked body through the door just past dawn, cunt still slick with another man’s load. Sheem’s right behind her—laughing, half-hard again. Tony’s waiting, pale, caged, and silent like a kicked dog. She pops the cage open for show, snorts at the soft inch that pokes out, then snaps her fingers. Tony drops to his knees without a word. Serena spreads, slides forward on the sofa, and pushes his face between her thighs. “Eat.” Cum leaks onto his tongue—thick, warm, and hers now. At the same time she leans over, lips parting around Sheem’s cock, tongue swirling, throat working like she needs him stiff again in record time. When he’s ready she swings a leg over the armrest, arches, and Sheem drives straight back in—hard, deep, no mercy. The sofa knocks the wall with every thrust. Tony stays down there licking whatever spills out, tasting Sheem’s sweat and her need mixed together. Sheem’s hips piston like he’s trying to bruise her cervix; Tony’s tongue flicks her clit whenever it slips free. Serena comes twice in quick succession, legs shaking, one hand clamped around Sheem’s wrist, the other gripping Tony’s hair. She doesn’t tell them to stop. They don’t.
