For Love Of The Game

Lily Starfire comes back hungry. Same woman, thicker frame, dirtier itch. She lines up with GI Joey and James Angel, three bodies and zero small talk. Johnny Robins asks the stock questions while Lily already drifts. When the tape stops she peels off and works two fingers deep, the wet click of it loud in the room. Lube glistens. Joey and James smear it over heavy tits and the round of her ass, and she twerks against their palms like she needs the heat turned higher. They flank her; she fists both cocks and drags them toward her mouth in the clumsy, steady rhythm the shoot calls for. Feet working Joey’s lap, throat swallowing James, she keeps the motion nasty and smooth. Joey drops low, tongue on her clit, and she leans sideways to get at James’s hole, spit-slick fingers pumping while his cock slides between her tits. All fours now. Lily’s jaw stays wide for Joey while James licks her from behind. Then the real switching starts, cocks trading places without warning, one buried in her mouth, the other hammering her open until she shakes. When their breathing changes they both pull free and paint her face, thick ropes catching on her lashes and lips. In the shower later the water’s still running hot and Lily drops again, mouth open, starving.