SAFIRA YAKKUZA Office DP Threesome

Aaron Rock sat behind his desk like he'd been waiting to ruin something good. Across from him, Tommy Gold flashed an easy grin, never guessing the real show was about to walk away from its chair. Safira rose without a word. Petite, blonde, the kind of girl who looked more dangerous the quieter she got. She moved past the filing cabinet like a secret. When she came back she was carrying it—thick, glossy, and already slick. She didn’t hide it. Didn’t even pretend. She popped it between her lips, right there in front of them, eyes locked on theirs, saliva shining along the shaft. Aaron and Tommy froze mid-sentence. She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, one stubborn pop at a time, until her black bra fought to contain her, tits straining over the edge. The bra stayed on. Everything else was on display. Aaron took the left, Tommy the right. Their hands slid over her waist, ribs, up to the swell of her breasts. She moaned around the toy, letting it pop from her mouth with a wet sound. She dropped to her knees, reached for both zippers, took Aaron’s cock first—smooth chocolate skin stretching her lips. Then Tommy’s—whiter, ruddy at the head. She shuttled between them, drool dripping from her chin in strings. Tommy pulled her to her feet, bent her forward, tongue parting her folds from behind while she gagged on Aaron. Then the switch—Tommy lined up at her cunt, driving straight in while Safira kept slobbering on the cock in front of her. She climbed Aaron next, planting herself over his lap. His thickness stretched her wide while she leaned forward to tongue Tommy’s asshole, sloppy and deliberate. Tommy grunted. Aaron’s fingers bruised her hips. Tommy took her ass first, fat head pushing past the tight ring until she shrieked around a mouthful of Aaron. They held her between them, pistoning in perfect stagger—full, empty, full again—every thrust shoving her onto the other cock. She came shaking, cunt fluttering, then reached down and rubbed her clit like she was starving for more. They swapped holes without asking. New angle, same filthy rhythm. Safira didn’t care which hole was full, only that something stayed inside her. When they both pulled free at last, she dropped back to her knees, mouth open, tongue out. Tommy jerked once and painted her tongue thick white. Aaron followed, shooting straight past her teeth, load spilling down her chin in ropes. She swallowed what she could. The rest dripped onto her tits, glistened on black lace.