An Anal Threesome To Close The Deal

Vanessa Bruni struts into the boardroom wearing next to nothing, a pencil skirt split up the thigh and a blouse missing buttons on purpose. Her ass sways like it knows the deal is hers to lose. Jack Rippher’s eyes follow every step. She drops to her knees before he can speak and yanks his zipper open, fishing out that heavy Black cock. Spit spills down her chin the second she takes him to the back of her throat. She gags, pulls off gasping, then dives back in, choking on the same length that stretches her lips wide. Helena walks in, glasses slipping down her nose, watching Vanessa slobber. No words. She peels her blouse open and sinks down next to her, tongue licking along the shaft until their lips meet in a wet, shared kiss around his meat. Jack hauls them both up, spreads Vanessa across the table, and buries his tongue in Helena’s cunt while Helena stuffs her mouth full again. Vanessa’s legs shake when he drives into her soaked hole raw and deep. Helena leans in and rims him, tongue lapping at his asshole while he pumps. He drags Vanessa upright, bends her over the polished wood, and spears her ass. She hisses, then moans, pushing back until every inch disappears. Helena sucks him straight from her friend’s stretched rim, then hops up and rides, ass slapping, tits bouncing. Jack keeps switching holes—Vanessa’s ass, Helena’s mouth, Vanessa’s pussy, Helena’s ass. Every pass leaves them messier. He lays Vanessa on her back, lifts her legs high, and pile-drives her rectum until his cock’s shiny with spit and lube. Titty-fucking next. He slaps his cock between Helena’s tits, then Vanessa’s. Vanessa lies under it all, licking the head each time it peeks out, letting it smear across her glasses. Jack presses his dick against Vanessa’s lips again—ass to mouth, straight from her own hole—and she swallows without hesitation. Helena does the same, tasting friend and lube in one stroke. Vanessa ends up flat on the table, head tilted, mouth open. Jack strokes once, twice, then paints her face white. Thick ropes streak her cheek and glasses. Helena leans over, tongue out, catches what drips, and they trade the load in sloppy open-mouth kisses. When they’re done swapping, Jack signs. Pens scratch paper while cum cools on their skin.