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She trips. Coffee hits the carpet like dirty rain. Megan drops and laps at it without asking—tongue flat, eyes on Lorenzo, who doesn't stop her. Her glasses slide down her nose. The client stares, mouth half-open. Lorenzo yanks her blouse open, cups heavy tits, thumbs circles until the nipples stand up hard. One squeeze, and he jerks her forward. She takes Tommy's cock in both hands, runs her tongue under the head, then opens wide and gulps him down to the root. Two dicks slide past her lips at once—slick, hot, thick—and she moans like she likes the stretch. Saliva drips onto her tits. Skirt off. Lorenzo bends her over the table, slams into her cunt, hips snapping like he’s punishing her. Tommy wedges in from the other side, fucking her throat until her eyes water. She comes up gasping, only to be spun around. Lorenzo’s tongue finds her asshole, wet and hungry. He stands, replaces the tongue with his cock, and shoves inside while she rubs her clit in frantic circles. Tommy takes the pussy. Lorenzo takes the ass. Both cocks stretch her full, meat pushing in from opposite sides. They pound her like they’re trying to meet in the middle. Megan screams—raw, hoarse—her knees wobbling. They switch holes without warning, stuffing her in new combinations, each thrust wetter than the last. She tastes herself on their cocks, sucks ass to mouth until her chin is slick. Tommy pulls out and paints her face in thick ropes. She licks at the spill, eyes half-lidded. Lorenzo drags her back onto his dick, fucking upward until he erupts—cum jets over her glasses, down her cheeks, across her lips in a glossy, sticky mess. She doesn’t flinch. She just opens wider and takes it all.