Two Men For Valentina

Valentina nailed every damn beat. Perfect. She packed up, wiped sweat from her collarbone, and followed Vince and David down the narrow hall behind the mixing booth. They didn't waste time. Vince locked the door. David stepped in close, slid his fingers under her soaked tank top, found her hard nipples, pinched until she bit her lip. She reached for both of them, unzipped David first, shoved her hand inside, felt him thicken against her palm. Vince pressed behind her, grinding his cock against her ass while he jerked her jeans down to her knees. No talking. Just the wet sound of mouths and skin. David dropped to his knees, pulled her panties aside, licked her with slow, hungry strokes. Vince pulled out his cock and pushed it between her thighs, rubbing the head against her clit, slicking it with her own spit and need. She bent over the battered leather couch, spread her legs, took Vince inside her in one hard thrust. David stepped up, fed his cock into her mouth. She gagged, moaned around him, saliva running down her chin as Vince pounded into her, fingers digging bruises into her hips. Sweat dripped. Breath came ragged. She came hard, clenched around Vince, thighs shaking. He finished seconds later, pulled out, sprayed hot ropes across her lower back. David followed, emptying down her throat while she swallowed every drop, not wasting a thing. After, she pulled up her jeans, sticky and sore, already hungry for the next rehearsal.